Let me tell you about the lawrencerock.com – it’s run by madmen. I’ve seen them. They drive around the Australian desert looking for the only currency we can respect in this day and age – gasoline. And I’m not talking about that whole $2.00 a gallon shit, either. What I mean to say is, if someone who works for lawrencerock.com happens to see you drive by, you’re going to have to fight to the death for that tank of gas you love so damn much, and more likely than not, that death will be yours. Those lr.com kids know how to kick an ass till it hurts.

Of course, what makes them so bad is what makes them so good. In that respect, they remind me an awful lot of NBA’s resident troublemaker, Dennis Rodman. God, that guy’s hot. But if he ever touches me, I’ll sue.

The lawrencerock.com site used to be about Lawrence, the wonderful town we all live in. Then, for a long time, it was about not updating. Now, it seems lawrencerock.com will be about Lawrence again, but will look different and be updated even more than it used to be. Hooray!!! (I’ll believe it when I see it.)

Back when the site was about Lawrence, it was run by a puffy-haired chap named Peter. And it was Peter, as well, who ran the long and dark No Update era of lr.com. But now, in this prospective new era, the site will be run by a puffy-haired chap named Luke. Hooray!!! (I’ll believe it when I see it.)

And so what does all this mean? Probably not much. However, at the very least, we will all have a warm and cozy place to go if we ever need to see what shows you’re about to not go to. You might say, “But Skullface, we can find out stuff like that by checking the now-cool Lawrence.com, or simply talking to our friends/listening to the radio/reading various free publications.” My answer to this is simple: “Burp!”

The bottom line is that lawrencerock.com is run by people who don’t think they’re cooler than you. It’s run by people who want to promote a united DIY community, and we all just love to harp on that shit. Mark my words. When the smoke clears and we’re all bankers and stay at home moms and shit, Peter Berard will go down as the one of us who actually tried to do all this idealistic hippie crap.

And let’s not forget about the popular lawrencerock.com message board, a place where reputations are made and empires felled. It’s the one thing that kept going during the dark age of “Peter’s too busy for this shit”, and it’s a great place to be if you’re into hitting on guys with girly sounding sign-in names. Just stay away from that low level asshole.

Just so this doesn’t come off as a complete coke-induced rant, let me get to the point. To prove how willing this place is to be the place to be, they will be taking submissions by me, The Skullface. Those lucky assholes will get something from me every so whenever-I-feel-like-it, and it’s undoubtedly going to be some of the worst, cliché, money driven writing you’ve ever come across. But do they care? Did they look at me like I’d tattooed a Hitler mustache above my lip when I brought up the idea? No. See? This shit isn’t for them to edit and approve or deny. They want you cool kids of Lawrence, and whatever you they get is A-Okay with them.

So go ahead. Send in pictures you took at a show, even if that show is “Girl Plays Maracas on the Sidewalk”. Talk about the kick ass new restaurant that’s too far north, south, east, or west for us too walk to. Hey! Did you totally have a dreamy date with Jordan from Minus Story, Marty from Salt the Earth (ex), or Andrew from Ghosty? Well how’d that shit go? We’ll never know if’n ya don’t tell us, honey!

See what I mean? Let’s work together and make this place the giant inside joke it’s always wanted to be! I will. Even if you don’t.

(By the way, I have no idea what Peter and Luke’s submission standards are. If you happen to write some stupid shit that makes them puke, don’t look at me. I ain’t your huckleberry.)