Woopie ding. So you're a big rock'n'roll star now. Drink champagne in limousines with Vince Neil as your chauffeur. Forget about your grassroots fans who were there when you were sick in bed. Change your name to The No-Goodniks. Buy shares in Procter & Gamble. Eat lead. Set fire. Solve ancient riddles. One day you'll discover in the bottom of an old drawer the faded remains of dignity once upheld by longshoremen. Then you'll know how much you've sold out, man.