What was he on?

Last night was weird. I thought I was caught up in the moment, what with Mr. Obama winning the election last night and all. But I had no idea that Likki Stixx was so wrapped up in the events taking place. Like I said, I had my hand in my pants all day, sitting on my couch taking it all in, Damage was on the phone with "Pitbull" Palin on and off all day, seeing how his future looked, tryst-wise. But at the end of the second set last night things took a strange turn.

Instead of a simple 'We are Broken Toyz! Thank you...good night', Likki spouted off a long and, dare I say, eloquent speech of some kind. I believe it was a bastardized series of excerpts from Obama's speech! Likki a diplomat, a politician? Who knew...


Four years ago, I stood before you and told you my story, of the brief, but dirty, union between a young man from the town of Kansas, Alabama and a young woman from the state of Kansas who weren't well-off or well-known, or well-hung for that matter, but who shared a belief that, in this country, their son could achieve whatever he put his mind to.

It is that promise that's always set this country apart, that through hard work and sacrifice each of us can pursue our individual dreams, but still come together as one dysfunctional American family, to ensure that the next generation can pursue their drug-induced dreams, as well. That's why I stagger here tonight. Because for 232 years, at each moment when that promise was in jeopardy, ordinary men and women -- drummers and singers, guitarists and bassists, roadies and groupies -- found the liquid courage to keep it alive.

We meet at one of those defining moments, a moment when our singer and bass player are at war, our finances are in turmoil, and every promise we've ever made has been broken, once more.

Tonight, more musicians are out of work and more are working harder for less. More of you have lost your minds and even more are watching your bank accounts plummet. More of you have cars you can't start because they suck, credit cards you stole from the neighbor's mailbox, bills you can't afford to pay so you hide them, out of sight out of mind, and prostitution is not out of the picture.

At this moment, on this evening, we must pledge once more to march into the future. Let us keep that promise, that rock 'n ' roll promise. In the words of Gene Simmons we must "Rock and Roll All Nite", without wavering, to the hope that we might "Party Every Day".

Thank you. We are Broken Toyz! God bless you. And remember "God Gave Rock 'n' Roll To You (Part II)".

...weird, but well said, Likki!

Aloha...

Eli Finkelstein (Cy's kid)