“The injustice of it all. ‘I’ve seen the Stones many times,’ complained Joey Kramer, drummer for Aerosmith, a few years ago. ‘I don’t feel they play as good as we do. You’ve got one hard-working guy out there and the rest of them are kind of doing their thing.’ He could be speaking for members of Guns N’ Roses, or Black Sabbath, or Red Hot Chili Peppers, or any number of durable rock groups that have made a substantial mark over the decades. They continue to play their guts out, yet what are people interested in? Keith Richards falling out of a tree. Paul McCartney now looks like an old lady, Bob Dylan resembles one of those unfortunates who line up at the Scott Mission, and Mick Jagger looks like his face has not so much aged as congealed, yet they remain irreplaceable icons. What would you rather tell your friends – that you had lunch with Mick Jagger or Joey Kramer? Will we never shake off this damned legacy of the 1960s?”
– Philip Marchand

Asking for My Younger Brother
Franz Wright