You're entering another dimension; a dimension of classic sight and sound that endeavors to puzzle the mind, rejuvenate the magic of rock'n'roll, deceive your thoughts, provoke or stroke your ego, tickle the ear and/or challenge your subconsciousness. Here, you'll lose control, you'll Use Your Voice , you'll actually have a choice, you'll think and drink and sink into a labyrinth of wonder and bewilderment; you'll fly off the handle, fall off your rocker and facetiously, most definitely go mad with glad complacency. In this surreal world of soft tranquility where things are backwards, upside-down and out of focus, sadnesss is embraced, happiness is a warm gun, pleasure is painful, laughter sounds like weeping and loneliness isn't shunned. Come visit the place where no sense MAKES SENSE and everything that you thought should be, isn't, and everything you thought shouldn't be, is. Things are curious, strange and deranged here. We aren't "The Green People" thak lurk and lust for Hollywood dirt and dust. We are the dreamers with the key to unlock any door we desire. Come with us. When you support The Loners, you're helping to perpetuate the magic of rock'n'roll. Let's make some memories.
We balance darkness and light, death and life, hatred and love, positivity and negativity, superiority and inferiority, etc. We have fans that love us vehemently and enemies that despise us ardently. Such as this ...
"I read what you have to say about us loners out there and I can't tell you how refreshing it is to know that there are people in this universe who see life through a similar pair of eyes as mine. All I can say is rock on and keep evolving because what you have to say is on the tip of the tounges of so many out there who simply dont know how to word it!" - Heather from Illinois
"I can tell you why some bands and people find you offensive. Your unsolicited remarks reak of self-entitlement, you give back-handed compliments that drip with bitterness and you are overly judgemental without merit. Self-proclaimed prophets are never prophetic and often have delusions of granduer. But for some strange reason, I can't stop listening to you or your music." - Rita, from the band "Modicum"