Tell me where that quote comes from, and win yourself a pat on the back. Secondly, I consider myself a lover of all things guitar driven, and as much as I probably should cringe at the soundtrack in the following flick, I don't. It's like hating the color red but then upon looking at a Rothco painting, you realize that given that particular application, it's really not so shabby.
Did I just compare a fixie short to a Rothco painting?
My art history teacher just turned over in his grave.