Happy birthday, Keith.
Quite possibly the greatest Christmas song written in my lifetime. Or anyone else’s.
“Forgiveness does not turn chicks on like Old Spice shower gel.”
“Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m real…”
“I’ve been walking Central Park, singing after dark. People think I’m crazy…”
And the doctor says you’ll be okay,
And if you’d only stay away,
From femme fatales and dirty bitches,
And daylight drabs and nighttime witches,
And working girls and blue stockings,
And dance hall babes and body poppers,
And waitresses with broken noses, checkout girls striking poses, politicians’ garish wives with alcoholic cunts like knives…
A little Stones, a little Betty, a little rock, a little blues. Happy Friday.
Lie awake when the rain comes… nobody will know…
“Then she plays with my balls. And all I think of is Stonehenge…”
The official video of this weekend… go forth and ROCK!
These guys are in their 70s and they pump more grit, heart, talent, and energy into their songs than 95% of all rock bands playing today. There’s a reason they call them The World’s Greatest Rock ‘N’ Roll Band. Are the Stones still my favorite? You’re goddamned right they are.