We talk about so much more than politics around these parts. We talk movies, complain about television, and we have a Song of the Day, a Song of the Week and a Song from Moment-To-Moment. We even do history (guilty) and sports (guiltier).
So let's get the anger and the animus out of the way. I hate beating around the bush, so let's just say it, get it over with and lay our cards on the table: Rock 'n' Roll sucks. It ages like milk.
There's nothing like a 69-year-old Mick Jagger warbling "I can't get no satisfaction." Are you kidding? At that age just getting up in the morning is satisfying. And with the way he's treated his body, he's lucky he still wakes up at all.
And many of them don't. The number 27 has taken on an almost mystical quality in the annals of Rockdom since that seems to be the age so many of them keel over and die from their narcissistic and hedonistic lifestyles.
With it's crudity and youth-centric themes, neither the rocker or his music translates well over the decades.
At age 69, Frank Sinatra could still belt out a Cole Porter tune. Sammy Davis could handle Birth of the Blues 'til the day he died. A man near his seventh decade cannot sing "Sometimes I'm sexy, move like a stud..." and keep his dignity.
It's also difficult to maintain your rebel street cred while accepting a knighthood from the Queen, like Sir Mick, Sir Paul and Sir Elton.
So let the bashing begin. Lance can lash and Mr. Escalante can "Vandalize" me to his heart's content. Besides, it's time for my oatmeal and vitamin shot...