I was flying back from Lubbock and I saw Jesus on the plane, or maybe it was Elvis. You know, they kind of look the same.

Mick Jagger can't even make a successful solo album, and the Stones are the biggest rock group that ever was.

So much time weeping and wailing and shaking our fists, creating enemies that really don't exist.

Sharper than a serpents tongue, tighter than a bongo drum, quicker than a one night stand, slicker than a mambo band.

We're being treated to the wisdom of some puffed up, little fart. Doing exactly what I used to do, pretensions to anarchy and art.

There are no facts, there is no truth, just data to be manipulated.

I'm blessed with a pretty good voice. So just sitting back there banging on the tubs wasn't enough.