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TheSavageYoungXyzzy |
Forgive me if this got posted earlier:
RS 899/900's flashback to thirty years ago...
The number one album was Exile On Main Street (which they didn't care for but loved Dirty Work? This is why Rolling Stone needs to keep its editors in line). On the cover was a strangely clad Keith Richards and a scalped ticket's price on the street was seven grams of hash with a twenty buck cap.
Oh, those days are gone, my friends, lost and gone away. Mick Taylor has ballooned up to celebrate the blimp, Ronnie Wood has finally arrived clean outta Detox, Mick's been *knighted*, Charlie Watts is a mockery of life by being the best rock'n'roll drummer in the history of the music and hating the stuff, and Keith Richards is... shadoobie... shattered. At least he looks that way. He does, however, still play like a mothahfuckah. Brian Jones is the only one who has remained unchanged as he is, as he was then, dead.
Stones Stones Stones!
TWO MONTHS EIGHT DAYS
I'm freaking out. This is my first friggin' Stones concert. Anyone got anything legal I can do to pass the time?
-tYSX --- Loves them ladies with the loverly lace. |
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