Who can save these defenseless, pitiful, humble megastars? Bill Graham? Band Aid? Get real, people! Get Guts!
Yes, that's right! Roger Guts is back on the job, to make democracy safe for bad music! He's got his Uzi tuned to the key of X (for X-terminate) to aid him in his never-ending search for truth, justice, and the ultimate Grateful Dead recording. But there'll be time for all that later, after he ties up a few loose ends (especially Ramona's) :
Who stands to gain from their deaths?
Why did those stage lights collapse?
Why do they keep calling that roadie "Bruce"?
What's so bad about loving money?
How can 30,000 angry Samoans be wrong?
Why do they keep the drummer in the luggage compartment?
When is that promoter gonna learn how to smoke a cigarette?
Where did Miss Piggy get an outfit like that, anyway?
How can anybody drink that much beer?
AND
Will the French maid survive another story?
For the answers to these and other musical questions, don't play a guitar on the MTV! Roger Guts has got a gig, and he's bringing a new meaning to the phrase 'combat rock'. So get hip, get with it, get down, get funky, but get to a terminal, cause it's time once again for
Tales of Roger Guts, P.I.
...in a rock concert, no one can hear you scream...