I stepped in it yesterday, boy oh boy. I insulted the dear sensibilities of Rolling Stones fans. Now here’s the thing: I didn’t say the Stones were terrible, I merely said I don’t like them much and their contribution to the global pandemic song fest was, how shall we say, consternating? Ill advised? Who sings “You Can’t Always Get What You Want” during a plague? It’s an injudicious move to say the least.
I made matters worse of course because I said they are insufficiently good at love songs. Look. Nothing makes my skin crawl more than hearing Mick Jagger sing “Angie” which I consider to be far worse than anything ever cooked up by Paul McCartney. It’s nails on a chalkboard.
But of course a smart person wrote to say “Wild Horses” is a terrific love song. I reckon that’s true.
Now like anyone I’ve a long list of entertainment acts I flat out don’t like. I don’t like Eric Dolphy. Come and get me for that! Can’t stand Jim Carrey, Tom Cruise, the glib homophobia of Dave Chapelle, Rosie O’Donnell, Kanye, Snoop, Jerry Lewis….the odious Grateful Dead.
C’mon! Put ‘em up! Or better, tell me what you can’t stand. I’ll respect you and you’ll feel better.
Planet of the Blind 
I can’t stand Paul McCartney. His voice and his style have not aged well. But—well, in the words of Candy Slice, “Gimme Mick! …Lips so thick.”
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Here’s one for you. I cannot stand Andy Griffith. He makes my skin crawl. In everything he’s done. What I got out of the Stones’ song choice was you can’t always get what you want (immediate back to normal) but if you try (this) time, you just might find, you get what you need (changes to health care, institutional care, a cleaner earth, a slower and more grateful existence). I’m skeptical, but an earth-mama can hope! Peace ❣️
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