The new look G.P. has more of a bite, eh? Because my life is in the "change" mode, why not? And how apropos! I'm viewing the Stones documentary where they play "Altamount," a free concert and have just finished rendering [ food service terminology, as well ] "I Can't Get No Satisfaction."
Me and the Catfish Family seem to be in for a rough ride, but here's hoping there will be a story book ending, allah Cinderfella, er, Cinderella. The former for which an apology is due: Mr. Jerry Lewis and his, er, kids.
It's climax time: The Stones are launching into "Sympathy for the Devil," and the Hell's Angels are pissed, cos people in the crowd keep messin' with their Harleys. And the black dude is about to meet his maker. Nothing like a "free" concert, eh?
And, of course, the final song is-what else-but "Gimme Shelter," which is as good a place as any to disembark the nite train, v.c.
P.S. Seems Melvin Belli was the Stones' lawyer or barrister back in those days.
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