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Geez! I saw them on the HD music channel the other night. Amy Winehouse did a walk on. It gave me the creeps -- Jagger prancing around like some spring rubber chicken of dubious sexual orientation ... siddling up to Winehouse in that ridiculously cliche back-to-back way, conveying the patently phoney impression that there are "sparks" flying. YUCK! And there's Keith Richard, with his signature butt hangling off his lip with a 3/4 inch ash on the end of it, and more wrinkles in his bandanna'd forehead than a Chinese Shir Pei, laboring, futilely, to give the impression that he was really zeroed in on his riffs. My ears told me otherwise.
I don't know. Maybe it's time to freshen things up. Maybe they need a new image. Maybe they need a makeover. Maybe they need an embalmer.
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