Or Willie Stargell.

And fucking JFK in the neck gash.

He's kind of like that character Jim Brown played in Mars Attacks!, isn't he?

I had a chat with a young friend yesterday. When she was in England last winter, she bought her granddad back in Kentucky Revolver on vinyl. She recently spoke with him and asked how he was enjoying it. He told her that he liked it, but it was not his Revolver. Then I lectured her on EMI vs. Capital and had her look…

Another music professor colleague came into the faculty lounge one day and announced that, after much analysis, he had come to the expert conclusion that, based on musicianship, the greatest rock band of the sixties was The Dave Clark Five.

There has been some talk that "Penny Lane"/"Strawberry Fields Forever" will be returned to the album. My thought: With one exception on the album proper, those are the best songs from that period, but If we want them there, we'll program them there ourselves.

"Ad lib, Paul!"

In 2012, had a music professor colleague who smugly said, "I don't know anything about rock music." I thought, Well, that's just ignorance.
Same with Koppel. It's the history of your time, dumbass, whether you like it or not.

Re: the photo
Press launch for the album and already there are college kids' marijuana seeds rolling out of the gatefold.

I said "draw protests." If you're looking for "disinvited," you're holding me to a different standard than the one I presented. Why did you do that? What did you gain by willfully (?) misreading my comment?

Compared with the No-Fun Alice Cooper, how much fun is Vincent Furnier?

That's the hissiest fit!

Start on page 2 and go about halfway through page 6. If you are looking for literal hissy fits and bona fide College Republicans, I can;t help you—I'm not going any deeper to talk back to the ridiculous notion that progressive speakers don't draw protests.

But he had a war to help—

That sweet little girl did her best to heimlich the ham sandwich he was eating.

Was he naked?

The fire burned the pollutants out of the water?

Aretha is the greatest singer in the history of popular music. She needs to shut up and not ruin her own reputation.

Shut up. Even in his nineties, Ian Hunter will kick your ass.

Now you've done it. If there's one thing that gets Clevelanders' dander up, it's the whole damned river-on-fire thing.