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The Rollin' Stones: four [or is it five] grandads campaigning on, strutting like grotesque scarecrows... surely it's reached the point where it's embarrassing, unsightly, and just a little bit, well, pathetic?
I thought Rock'n'Roll was about the rebellious tempest of youth; about 2-fingers at authority (whether you mean it or not); about creative destruction; about breaking images with iconoclastic flair; about choking on your own vomit and dying young... [okay, maybe not the last one].
But the Stones are still at it, with their new "Licks" tour [or whatever it's called], reliving songs they wrote 30 to 40 years ago. Aren't they bored of playing them by now?
They just look like wizened hags to me. Frightening. It's like they've been re-animated by some perverted necromancer.
And there's others: take Tom Jones, looking like a Botox-injected waxwork dummy, still trying to compete in the same market as kids young enough to be his great great grandchildren, and still thrusting that creaking pelvis in those oh-so tight [I need three nurses to help me get them on] jeans.
And the other day I saw KISS making a comeback. The face-paint used to hide their identities [for the purpose of "mystery"]; their image used to seriously unnerve parents - now it's just a hallowe'en pantomime concealing their sad and tired wrinkled faces.
Give it up guys. You've had your time, now skedaddle.
It ain't right. Or am I missing the point?
I thought Rock'n'Roll was about the rebellious tempest of youth; about 2-fingers at authority (whether you mean it or not); about creative destruction; about breaking images with iconoclastic flair; about choking on your own vomit and dying young... [okay, maybe not the last one].
But the Stones are still at it, with their new "Licks" tour [or whatever it's called], reliving songs they wrote 30 to 40 years ago. Aren't they bored of playing them by now?
They just look like wizened hags to me. Frightening. It's like they've been re-animated by some perverted necromancer.
And there's others: take Tom Jones, looking like a Botox-injected waxwork dummy, still trying to compete in the same market as kids young enough to be his great great grandchildren, and still thrusting that creaking pelvis in those oh-so tight [I need three nurses to help me get them on] jeans.
And the other day I saw KISS making a comeback. The face-paint used to hide their identities [for the purpose of "mystery"]; their image used to seriously unnerve parents - now it's just a hallowe'en pantomime concealing their sad and tired wrinkled faces.
Give it up guys. You've had your time, now skedaddle.
It ain't right. Or am I missing the point?
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She died in real life...or was it tv land...or was it the Quickening?
He's like a Highlander, but with rhythm. The only person that can kill him is Helen Daniels from Neighbours.
It's been said before but Keith Richards cannot be killed by mortal man.
He will still be here, with those stupid tassles in his fringe when Europe slips into the sea.
He will stand astride the planet like a leathery Bonobo, playing his riffs and laughing.
Worship him.
He will still be here, with those stupid tassles in his fringe when Europe slips into the sea.
He will stand astride the planet like a leathery Bonobo, playing his riffs and laughing.
Worship him.
Goatboy wrote:
> Jagger looks like an un-ironed gorilla
LOL
I read an article in a weekend paper about how the advances of science meant that one day we could be living to 200 or beyond. Anyway, they tied it in neatly with the story about the Stones touring again, and had a little boxout with a headline like "Will Mick still be strutting his stuff at 200?" Then the last line of the text said 'if he is, he'll look like this' and pointed to a picture of Keith Richards.
> Jagger looks like an un-ironed gorilla
LOL
I read an article in a weekend paper about how the advances of science meant that one day we could be living to 200 or beyond. Anyway, they tied it in neatly with the story about the Stones touring again, and had a little boxout with a headline like "Will Mick still be strutting his stuff at 200?" Then the last line of the text said 'if he is, he'll look like this' and pointed to a picture of Keith Richards.
Keith Richards *is* rock cast in human form.
If rock and roll had a face, it would be Richards' craggy visage.
Jagger looks like an un-ironed gorilla, but Richards is more rock than you.
If rock and roll had a face, it would be Richards' craggy visage.
Jagger looks like an un-ironed gorilla, but Richards is more rock than you.
I don't exactly think of music as competitive... it's just a load of people making some noise.
And well, the Rolling Stones do tend to make noise rather well. Maybe creatively they are past it, but if they still wanna go ahead playing some songs on stage, well hell, good luck to them.
And they're still selling out in something like 7 seconds so um, I guess people still do wanna see them. Probably worried it's gonna be the last time they're all alive.
And well, the Rolling Stones do tend to make noise rather well. Maybe creatively they are past it, but if they still wanna go ahead playing some songs on stage, well hell, good luck to them.
And they're still selling out in something like 7 seconds so um, I guess people still do wanna see them. Probably worried it's gonna be the last time they're all alive.
I always thought music was about listening to what you liked to hear. Obviously I've been missing out.
The Rollin' Stones: four [or is it five] grandads campaigning on, strutting like grotesque scarecrows... surely it's reached the point where it's embarrassing, unsightly, and just a little bit, well, pathetic?
I thought Rock'n'Roll was about the rebellious tempest of youth; about 2-fingers at authority (whether you mean it or not); about creative destruction; about breaking images with iconoclastic flair; about choking on your own vomit and dying young... [okay, maybe not the last one].
But the Stones are still at it, with their new "Licks" tour [or whatever it's called], reliving songs they wrote 30 to 40 years ago. Aren't they bored of playing them by now?
They just look like wizened hags to me. Frightening. It's like they've been re-animated by some perverted necromancer.
And there's others: take Tom Jones, looking like a Botox-injected waxwork dummy, still trying to compete in the same market as kids young enough to be his great great grandchildren, and still thrusting that creaking pelvis in those oh-so tight [I need three nurses to help me get them on] jeans.
And the other day I saw KISS making a comeback. The face-paint used to hide their identities [for the purpose of "mystery"]; their image used to seriously unnerve parents - now it's just a hallowe'en pantomime concealing their sad and tired wrinkled faces.
Give it up guys. You've had your time, now skedaddle.
It ain't right. Or am I missing the point?
I thought Rock'n'Roll was about the rebellious tempest of youth; about 2-fingers at authority (whether you mean it or not); about creative destruction; about breaking images with iconoclastic flair; about choking on your own vomit and dying young... [okay, maybe not the last one].
But the Stones are still at it, with their new "Licks" tour [or whatever it's called], reliving songs they wrote 30 to 40 years ago. Aren't they bored of playing them by now?
They just look like wizened hags to me. Frightening. It's like they've been re-animated by some perverted necromancer.
And there's others: take Tom Jones, looking like a Botox-injected waxwork dummy, still trying to compete in the same market as kids young enough to be his great great grandchildren, and still thrusting that creaking pelvis in those oh-so tight [I need three nurses to help me get them on] jeans.
And the other day I saw KISS making a comeback. The face-paint used to hide their identities [for the purpose of "mystery"]; their image used to seriously unnerve parents - now it's just a hallowe'en pantomime concealing their sad and tired wrinkled faces.
Give it up guys. You've had your time, now skedaddle.
It ain't right. Or am I missing the point?
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