If you ain’t sweating, then it’s not rock and roll. Watch my man right here with the cool shades and the big hair, dude went through two shirts. That’s proper, that’s rock. It helped that it was hot as balls outside, but I’d put money down says he would of perspired pretty decent had we been standing in a snow storm. We weren’t though, we were in New Orleans, it was hot, and the music was damn close to on fire. Play this shit and try to stay dry, you’ll fail every time. Sweat on brothers, sweat on…