Jet Screamer

While shitty emo, crappy pop music, and regurgitated American Idol dominate the music scene, emasculating music as we know it, there are 5 brave men who have stood up against this oppression. They are the men of Jet Screamer!

One score and nine years ago, our forefathers brought forth upon this continent a new wave of music, conceived in metal and dedicated to the proposition that all music is not created equal. Now we are engaged in a great civil war, where shitty pop music is dominating the airwaves, testing whether that nation, or any nation, so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that metal might live. Men like Randy Rhodes, Cliff Burton, Dime Bag Darrell Abbott, John Bonham, Kevin Dubrow, Eric Carr, and many others. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate... we can not consecrate... we can not hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who played and sang here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they sang here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who played here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain—that this nation, under Crom, shall have a new birth of metal—and that the fans : of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.