And what was the last good Stones album. I say Tatoo You
sure, it's a tough album title to spell, but i'm going on record as agreeing with PB&J here (this doesn't happen very often, so everyone take note. it's this kind of national unity this will keep us strong against The Threat). hard to beat Ronnie Wood's solo [that ol' rascal] on Worried About You, knowhatimean, Pat?
and i do love U2. however...maybe some people enjoyed their halftime schtick, but i too seem to a have a weird kneejerk reaction against any hugely produced commemorative/reflective/tribute ceremony, even if it's done 4 months after a catastrophically horrific event by one of my all-time favorite bands. i don't need an intrinsically condescending halftime fucking extravaganza to feel/remember what there is to feel/remember about that damn day (and i absolutely abhore fervent reactionary flag-waving, of any stripe. hated it then and i hate it now. too often it's just myopic tribalism, and how does mankind benefit from it? i recall going to a Giants game after 9/11, and having to sit through the 7th inning stretch God Bless America sing-along routine, with F/A-18C Hornets doing a flyover and then the crowd chanting "USA!! USA!! USA!!". fucking creepy. my problem is that murky times like those and these are in dire need of well-thought out responses from the brain centers of logic and reason. the last thing they need is facile emotional button-pushing, yet that's mostly what we got). anyway, that U2 'MLK' bit was a bunch of cheap sucking-up to the American Super Bowl Sunday TV audience, and i had to beat my girlfriend extra hard just to get over it. it's not like i needed the excuse, but there's no better day than that one. c'etait tres Americain, oui.
but what did you expect? tonight i spent the 5 Year Anniversary of Kravitz's Great Golf Round by lighting a commemorative Titleist candle and watching V For Vendetta. what a journey! it was almost as sweet as taking a ride with a sadist on a Saturday night.
anyway, good night and God bless America.
