Tattoo Huh?!

Ironically, I'm gonna say the internet fucking sucks now ^[1]. As an opener to an entry on my fucking blog.

My estimation: four people read my blog, of which two will notice I've posted something new this year. And at least one of them (xoxoxo, my darling bride) won't bother to linky the link, so here's a summary: Tattoo You, in my estimation one of the very finest records ever produced by the Rolling Stones (and as such one of the finest records of all the early 80's)^[2] , was actually a glorified hodge-podge of outtakes. A compendium of what even a drug-addled Quintet of Dunces predisposed to optimism and delusions of grandeur considered a waste of time and record-label money.

And by the way Wikipedia, Santa Claus is really your parents.

My favorite band of all time, The Replacements, once released a collection of such throwaways, compiled over a similar length of time. My unwavering support of that band notwithstanding, you can slumber tonight (and tomorrow night, and the night after, etc...) knowing that you're not missing much by not ever hearing those 'Mats "gems".

And so, in terms of giving Mick-n-Keef the benefit of the doubt, I'm henceforth choosing to ignore the Wikipedia in this instance, and will only accept that Jagger's horribly discomfiting Dancing in the Streets duet with Bowie is the only unreleased Stones-related material from that time period.


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[1] Until tomorrow, when I will no doubt kiss the internet's shiny html'd head because it revealed to me just how many recognized covers of "Across the Universe" exist in the world.

[2] Just behind Journey's Escape--hey, girls weren't accepting french kisses while "Little T&A" was playing. So you can suck it.