No matter what happens in the world, you can bet that the So So Glos will keep at their grungy pop-punk, singing about Brooklyn like there's no tomorrow. It's a comforting thought. We look forward to one day sitting the grandkids down, telling them about the days when we were young and dumb, living in New York, and playing the So Sos' "My Block" for them, hoping that they think we were cool for having listened to music with curse words.