You know how they say that sometimes inspiration comes out of left field? Well in this case, inspiration came the fuck out of the parking lot next to the left field bleachers, because I would never expect 90′s indie queen Juliana Hatfield to be inspired by Henry Rollins of all people:
Ok, maybe that wasn’t the best video clip to use. Henry’s actually a pretty articulate, intelligent speaker, when he isn’t half naked, covered in red paint screaming “I’M A LIAR!!”. But still, isn’t it kind of weird imagining a calm, solemn Juliana Hatfield and a raging, impassioned, about-to-rip-off-a-child’s-head Henry Rollins in the same room together, getting along?
I’ve never actually read any of Henry’s books, but I hear they’re well-written and pretty damn interesting, which is a far cry from what I picture them to be whenever I watch that Liar video:
Me Henry Rollins. RAWR! Me Angry! Me Hungry! Kill Pterodactyl With Forearms Then Dance In His Blood. Me Have Big Muscles. Play In Band Music. RAWR!
All kidding aside, I love ya Henry. Please don’t kill me.
Henry Rollins is the hottest man alive, Shark. There’s no mystery in this for me why JH likes him.