The question to everyone's answer is usually asked from within.

I drive a lot. Long distances. I enjoy books on tape (really disc, but that doesn't sound right, does it?) The ipod is always at the ready.

But I still can't resist the radio, especially when I'm driving at night. The tuner scans up the FM dial, invariably stopping on one of four formats: country, mexican, jesus, or classic rock--the pillars of FM radio, at least where I drive. The first three don't interest me in the least. I guess I don't speak those languages.

My relationship with classic rock is a complicated one. Maybe an abusive one. I hate it, but I love it. I walk out on it but can't stay away. It bludgeons me with its three chords and batters me with inane lyrics that were probably really never meant to be dwelled upon. But dwell I do. Because what I love most about classic rock and roll are the words. They make me want to ask questions.

That's what this blog is all about--questions, inspired by lyrics, that I'd like to ask history's great rockers.

Got a question you'd like to ask one of the leading lights of the classic rock era? (There's room for discussion, but for now, let's call it the two decades from 1968 to 1988.) Here's your forum. Email me and I'll throw your questions out to the rockosphere. I'll be posting my own queries regularly.

And if you're reading this and your surname happens to be Joel or Cronin or Miller or Perry or Bachman or Turner or Seger or Hagar or Henley or Frey or, God forbid, DeYoung, well, I'd love an occasional answer to these pressing questions.

Rock on.