. . . that fell far from the tree when he found me playing
Scotch and Soda incessantly.
At that age, I didn't know what Scotch was other than tape. Twenty years later, when I started following the Stones, it drove him bananas I'd spend so much money seeing them over and over again.
"What the hell's the matter with you? Do you need to see a movie more than once? Do you even need to see a movie? How can you watch those dancing monkeys every damn time they're here?"
He was right, of course. I followed my own path, but his common sense always left me with a twinge of guilt.
Thanks for the video clip, Mike - there's some good footage of them in their prime there. Well worth watching.
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