We used to ask that kind of question when choosing our lifelongs.
You know, the do you like The Beatles type of question? Or Otis?
But, fuck, how our tastes have evolved into:
Have you ever pondered the differences between bop and hard bop?
or.
Have you ever contemplated smashing someone’s face to The Stooges’ Fun House?
What about….
No.
Maybe we’ve devolved into uppity fuckers who like good music.
or.
Maybe we just prefer the gutter.
BLONDE ON BLONDE 