Too strong of an aftertaste. Singer sewing machine oil is much cleaner and subtler.

Giving credit where credit is due will get you goodwill. There are interviews where Mick did mention what they had listened to.

The greatest band in history? The geniuses who brought Page's pyrotechnics to a Howlin' Wolf song like "Killing Floor"? The guys who didn't like to put previous artists' names in the credits for fear of sharing royalties? The guys who were happy to steal from white people like Jake Holmes and Spirit too? Equal…

Some guys always find a loophole!

Why is no one giving the Rolling Stones crap about cultural appropriation? Because they are old white guys?

The undertones? What about the overtones? This is a first class product, made by a professional dreamer. It has sophisticated political overtones and subtly Jungian undertones. In fact if you have all five senses hooked up you can pick up smells and touches with second-level Freudian implications. Not surprised…

A singer with a actual talent, a broad range, and the ability to hit specific notes. Somebody go get Christina a million bucks or so!

Sister Rosette Tharpe, whaling away on her axe in the late 40's.

He died in 1938. I'm pretty sure it was all acoustic up to the end.

Those Barney kids were great actors compared to the little shits on Lambchop's Playalong!

What if it's as the Don Mega?

In Mallrats, Brodie asks Stan Lee, "Is the Thing’s dork made out of orange rock like the rest of his body?”

Cashing that policy is a quick ticket out of office when all the Trump true believers turn on them on 2018. They are craven, but not suicidal.

I would be more excited if Cyndi Lauper was in a musical remake of Working Girls by Lizzie Borden.

AYS? The most thorough sex ed course on the planet? You bet. I was expecting them to bring in male and female prostitutes in June for the final exam, just to make sure we learned it all thoroughly.

Bob Maitland and Associates:

As did S.E. Hinton

"They made me take off my shirt!"

Lucifer's Hammer is a great book and Dr. Dan Forrester's plan dropping the Ziplocked, mothballed books into the Tujunga sewer tanks is clever, but when I read he chose The Way Things Work, Volume 2 to barter with, I was like "What? The one with the woolly mammoths demonstrating simple machines?"

Do you mean those small round processed potatoes that the rest of us call "tater tots"?