Tonight, boys & girls, it's Tunes From The Apocalypse 101.

I'm feeling saucy tonight. Our man Charles had his interview, which turned out to be legit after all. And I just returned home from seeing The Rolling Stones.

Go ahead- write them off as decrepit old geezers and instead suck up the schlock disguised as music that's spoon-fed to you by MTV. At least the Stones write and play their own fucking music. Go ahead and buy your rebellion at the local mall, Keith Richards can roll and smoke one of those little pseudo rebel suburban snotnoses with one hand while hitting the opening chords to Jumpin Jack Flash with his other. Last time I saw the Stones, at the end of a 2+ hour show, Jagger sprinted from one end of the stage (about 200') to the other WHILE SINGING and left his bodyguard, a guy in his mid-30s, doubled over and sucking wind from trying to keep up with him.

Fuck it. Tonight the weasels have been driven out of the temple with "Midnight Rambler" blasting from the speakers.

All is good and right with the world. That is All Ye Need To Know. At least for now.