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Rock journalists get loads of free shit. It mostly comes in shiny packages from huge PR firms that would gladly get you two rocks and a prostitute if you’d just please write about that fucking Tony Iommi solo record. But there’s a downside to this glamorous life: People tend to hate you. Let’s say you do write about Tony. You give his CD a run-through, and even with a guest vocal appearance by Henry Rollins, it (surprise!) blows. So you tell the world that Tony Iommi is a washed-up frizzy-haired moron who’s good only for milking the shit out of his Sabbath days. Guess what? Now all those Iommi fans think you’re the worst writer since Mike Kanin. And should you get to Florida, they’re gonna kick your ass. These are the things that the folks at First Class Inc. probably won’t share when they offer Rock Journalism 101 at 1 p.m. at First Class Inc., 1726 20th St. NW. $37. (202) 797-5102. (Mike Kanin)