July 28, 2023:
My friend Jim — one of the nicest, most supportive guys I knew back then — loaned me his Rolling Stones records. Sticky Fingers, Get Yer Ya-Yas Out, Through the Past, Darkly.
"Honky Tonk Women": that's it. All over.
The sound of that record. The kick drum, the guitar.
The funk of that record. All that rhythm. Rhythm till Sunday. Speeding up and speeding up and speeding up in joyful gallop. Even my mother swished in her chair.
No more Beatles. No more Hermits. No more Monkeys.
All over now, baby.