Don’t you know that I’ll always be true?

I was driving along Dublin Road when this random nugget popped in my head:

Imagine you're the guitarist for Iron Butterfly. For years, and years, and years, you play that riff from "Inna Gadda Da Vida" for the better part of twenty minutes, night after night. At some point, wouldn't you just be all like, "fuck this, I'm playing somethin' else!"

Then it hit me: if it weren't for that song, you wouldn't be on a stage every night. You'd be at Wendy's, workin' the fryer, trying to understand what the Hispanic dudes are doin'. So you shut the hell up and keep on trippin'.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is rock and roll.