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July 1, 2013

Memo from the Visually Sensitive People of the Earth to The Rolling Stones

oldstones

We like your tunes but, please, if you are going to insist on touring keep the lights dim. Very, very dim. We're trying to relive our youth, not predict what we'll look like after ten years in the grave.

Posted by gerardvanderleun at July 1, 2013 3:30 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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Of all the rockers who have died over the years I just am astounded none of these guys have (except Brian Jones in 1969)

Posted by: Christopher Taylor at July 1, 2013 11:35 AM

"The Strolling Bones"

Posted by: Dave J at July 1, 2013 12:07 PM

I was middle-aged when they came on the scene. All look older than I do, and I'm 82.

Posted by: BillH at July 1, 2013 12:12 PM

One of the British papers called the concert, "Night of the Living Dead."

Posted by: DOnald Sensing at July 1, 2013 12:27 PM

It's the mileage...particularly for Keith. He's got the face he's earned.

Posted by: phil g at July 1, 2013 12:41 PM

And we have to ask, "How is it that Islam is winning the culture war??"

Posted by: Frank P at July 1, 2013 12:58 PM

I believe the tour is being sponsored by Depends and the Scooter Store.

Posted by: Groman at July 1, 2013 1:56 PM

Brown Sugar ....

and bran

Posted by: OhioDude at July 1, 2013 2:34 PM

When I get that age, I intend to turn in my car keys, get a recliner, stock the fridge with champagne and Nutella, and keep my wrinkled-ass, piss-smelling old self behind closed doors.

Posted by: Shibes Meadow at July 1, 2013 4:20 PM

Oh he is dead... he is just pickled.

Posted by: Potsie at July 1, 2013 6:25 PM

I think he's a lich

Posted by: Christopher Taylor at July 1, 2013 7:13 PM

When I get that age, I intend to turn in my car keys, get a recliner, stock the fridge with champagne and Nutella, and keep my wrinkled-ass, piss-smelling old self behind closed doors.

Posted by Shibes Meadow at July 1, 2013 4:20 PM

I wouldn't worry about it, son. You don't sound smart enough to reach this age.

Posted by: Rob De Witt at July 1, 2013 7:33 PM

I wouldn't worry about it, son.

Dear Rob De Wittless:

If I were your son, I would have committed suicide long ago.

Of course, since you are a homosexual pederast, you have no sons, but my sentiment remains.

Sincerely,

S M

Posted by: Shibes Meadow at July 1, 2013 8:30 PM

Good God...they look like a bunch of old lesbians!

Posted by: Mumblix Grumph at July 1, 2013 9:33 PM

Party young, use middle age to recreate your youth, then pay this price. Sex, drugs, and rock'n' roll aren't worth it. . . but maybe the money was.

Posted by: Raincityjazz at July 2, 2013 5:46 AM

Party young, use middle age to recreate your youth, then pay this price. Sex, drugs, and rock'n' roll aren't worth it. . . but maybe the money was.

Posted by: Raincityjazz at July 2, 2013 7:20 AM

When Keith fell out of that palm tree not long ago, did he know where he was, or who he was? Does he now?

Posted by: Don Rodrigo at July 2, 2013 8:49 AM

I wonder if they share the same embalmer?

Posted by: Fausta at July 2, 2013 9:49 AM

Imagine it's 1972. Someone has just bet a pound of weed that Keith Richards will outlive Michael Jackson. Do you take that bet?

Posted by: SteveS at July 2, 2013 1:45 PM

Pick any one of those guys, except for Charlie, and that guy has had sex with more women than the combined sex of the regulars here at American Digest.

Posted by: Potsie at July 2, 2013 5:32 PM

As a cowboy might say of an abused saddle: they look like they was rode hard and put up wet.

Posted by: Grizzly at July 2, 2013 6:28 PM

Dig em up, dust em off, Play em again

Posted by: Kelvin at July 3, 2013 11:10 AM

It's why I wouldn't dream of going to a high school or college reunion. I prefer to remember the women in my life as . . . girls.

Posted by: Everyman at July 3, 2013 4:31 PM

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