Kris Jenner and Kourtney Kardashian were in New York to unveil their wax figures at Madame Tussauds. 

To be frank, they looked plastic, phony and unrealistic. But their wax figures were great.







Since you asked:

There is something about rock and roll that makes us want to mythologize it. Paul is dead. Jim Morrison is alive. We don’t do that with other artists like actors or painters or sculptors.

Certain bands lend themselves to this and take/took advantage of it: Led Zeppelin. The Doors. And the Rolling Stones.

Saw the Amazon documentary “Keith Richards Under Review.” It occurs to me we are over mythologizing Keith Richards. He is simply a modern day pirate who lives and breathes rock and roll. Period. 

Brian Jones will always be revered for bringing his love of the blues to rock and roll. But when the Stones had to move from covering blues songs to  writing their own songs, things changed.

The Brian Jones era of the Stones was too much sitar and mysticism for me. “Paint it Black.” “She’s a Rainbow.” “Get Off of My Cloud.” Too frilly. Too English countryside. 

For me, the Rolling Stones are about a catchy, scratchy, Keith Richards chord hook on a open G tuned five-string guitar, followed by Mick’s throaty wail, Bobby Keys sax riff on the chorus, a Mick Taylor stinging guitar virtuoso solo with Bill Wyman and Charlie Watts backing it up on the rhythm section. 

“Jumping Jack Flash.” “Brown Sugar.” "Gimme Shelter." "Midnight Rambler." “Start Me Up.” “Can’t You Hear Me Knocking.’ "Tumblin' Dice." “Honky Tonk Woman.”  “Sway.” “Bitch.”

Do a shot. Pull their hair. Spank their butt. 

These kick the shit out of “Ruby Tuesday.”

Yes, I love the Stones’ acoustic side. “Angie” and one of my all-time favorites “Wild Horses.” 

For me the biggest disappointment with the Stones was when - in the Eighties -  Keefers went bye-bye with smack and Mick decided to circle jerk with the glitterati. What a shameless ass-kissing, log rolling that was.

Sure, I am certain getting into Studio 54 and having other famous people tell you how wonderful you are while guzzling champagne, snorting cocaine and getting oral sex from a hot-looking unfamiliar woman has its benefits. 

But it was anti-Stones. And it led to disco creeping into the Stones repertoire while Keefers was gone in lotus land. "Shattered" is disco. Good disco, but disco. So is "Dance."

Keith Richards never stepped a snake-skin boot into Studio 54. Another reason, in the endless reasons, to love him.