oh, bob;

shame, shame, shame and very bipolar….

if there was an end of the world as you knew it it might have been mick doing "rock rambo" with an equally pathetic anthony hopkins in FREEJACK or keith with his LSD pietro o’toole cameoette in the most recent of the johnny depp PIRATES misadventures, but the vuitton ad!
never….

you and i and the e-hoards, or whores, of lucky driftwood that follow your oft illuminatory mind and words are fortunate to play, dabble, stay in the game, or sit near the table, of musical follies that gave us breath and our very name.

not so the regular brethren, the ones who got a spark of life, who got the music and got the power and then had to work up, settle down and hang on to the dream, that for the most part slipped away as kids and responsibilities slipped in. oh, there is the occasional night of rock’n roll remember, but it can only be embraced upon occasion, a higher form of responsibility and duty calls first, but on those magical nights out, from a chardonayed stall in the circle of one of those stadium rock rip-offs we so mock, but the mortal coil rock to.

then on monday our captain america goes back to the job and works as hard as the rolling stones do.

that’s what binds them – , captain and madame america and the rolling stones. it’s not just the music and the memory any more, it’s the work ethic shared. we all made it through the night of invincible youth and hope and music shared and we are still standing, singing, voting, hoping.

and with the hard work comes the chutchkas …. and louis vuitton is a very nice chutchka…

we work – we show…. off …..

on occasion we all love a flash cunt, and keith knows this all to well….

once again the lad is on the money. a flash cunt supreme.

best from bogota, ALO