So the lyrics, delivered with rapid-fire, almost manic precision, are great, but what struck me as equally cool was the clips of the four long boarders, and the sense of tribe we get to see between them. Every inch of road rash, every cut, bruise and abrasion is worn like a badge of honor. We get to see them hitting pavement a few times, hanging out, sharing road rash, getting a new tat, etc. Some of these young women are probably younger than the RHCP is as a band, but the connection between them makes them seem even closer than the Chili Peppers.
There is no feeling in the world like finding your tribe.