Years ago, on a quiet sunny morning, I was awakened from a pleasant sleep by someone singing in the street. He was half naked, bedraggled, riding an old bicycle and singing at the top of his lungs. It was unmistakably David Lee Roth. Apparently he had fallen on hard times and was staying at a local skid row hotel. It was somehow reassuring to hear a carefree soul in that moment singing IDGAF to the world.
