As to the Beatles vs. Stones toughness, I guess Paul lit a toilet on fire to get them deported out of Hamburg, but I don't think any of them was quite ballsy enough to kick an audience member in the face, as Keith did on tour in '65 when unruly Scotts were practicing spitting on Brian.

But giving Alan Freed credit was often the only way to get 'race records' on mainstream radio to begin with, a problem the Beatles certainly never had to face. And the Stones gave Klein the rights to all their songs from 1963-69 rather than deal with him again. A tad worse than the Chess Brothers reputation.

I wasn't being sarcastic. I do the same all the time, like so:
http://www.amazon.com/Radio…

No! Maus unquestionable! Spiegelman wring his father's tragedy for every last morsel! Obey!

His response of "Shut the fuck up" to a Village Voice reader's question about how to break into the comics field pretty sums up what's beneath Tomine's little minimalist ennui schtick. Guy can fuck himself.

Cross turned down Inception, Avatar, and Dark Knight Rises. Why not the next Chipmunks?

But the Chess Brothers didn't do stuff like hide publishing rights in dummy corporations or make their clients beg for money to buy a house.

Yeah, I get tired of the comparisons between four guys splitting in their mid-twenties to the Stones continent-hopping, drugs, divorce and death decades-spanning saga too.

Good for you, man, hustling your stuff on the comment boards. Just gotta go for it.

Yeah, and white folks being the holy light of rock music is definitely a theme carried on into BTTF.

What does a heckler at a Dylan concert have to do with him sitting next to mom at a Beatles concert?

Big Lots has surprisingly good stuff -  found Autofocus and Prizzi's Honor at mine.

The women probably came and went back when Bobbo had vocal chords…

Well, Mick's dad was a PE teacher, so it wasn't like he was coming from incredible wealth (though the LSE background did help the Stones survive the Allen Klein onslaught that killed the Beatles).

No one said he could handle a production board. That was Jimmy Miller's job. Andrew was just there for his publicity panache.

Ah, the wit of AV commenters. Why aren't they getting paid again?

Ah, Polanski, the director everyone touts when they need to trot out their own moral superiority.

What job?

Nope, happened. Mom was the Gump of 60's sitings (saw Nureyev talking to Brian Jones in '67, met the Who in '70, etc.).

Well, both were English bands reared on American black music; but there the comparisons pretty much end.