Rock&Roll Is My Reward For A Day Completed
and still alive
wuz gonna go to bed but decided at the last minute to watch the Stones sing just one song before retiring and it had to be Gimme Shelter but it turned out just one version wasn’t enough so I watched them sing it on four different occasions, from when they were young until now they are old, but missing a couple of their crew, I always loved the drummer, but anyway after four perfect prophetic versions then oh my god before I knew it there were the Kinks and Lola and I watched that twice in a row I love them so much and the gap between his front teeth that my grandmother told me means money and/or love, had to watch it one more time making it three, and now coming up next is Leon Russell and Joe Cocker, now I like Joe Cocker but I will never get to bed tonight at this rate because I could watch Leon’s hands on that piano forever if I could get a shot of his face now and then and then suddenly the Stones again with Sweet Virginia, one of my favorite songs because you got to scrape that shit right off your shoe is a motto for life, which speaking of shit reminds me I listened to Bernie tonight and if AI is going to take over all the jobs and robots are going to do all the work and nobody will have a job anymore just who is going to buy the shit these trillionaires are getting made? I don’t think they will want it for themselves, do you? Because it will be all the shit they wouldn’t be caught dead having in their dozens of fancy homes or messing up their tables? So where is all this stuff going? To the dump. Straight to the dump. And it will be free there. So all this tech stuff they are pouring their money into won’t make them any money at all because who will be able to buy it? Not us. Not anybody whose jobs have been et up by AI and its filthy litter of robots? I hate AI. I don’t want it on my computer or in my ear. No, you muhfuh, I don’t want you re-writing my shit. Stop asking me. Shut your pie hole which you don’t have one of. Now one more song, just one. Because it is after midnight and I have work to do tomorrow. Got to make me a beef stew early in the day so it can get rest and be almost as good as if it were a day old when we eat it for supper. Let’s see some AI robot peel a shallot like I can. Let’s see some robot taste the broth, see if it’s good. It’s 12:30. Maybe just one more song before I fade away. Yeah. That one.



You are simply FANTASTIC, Abigail!!!! You give me true satisfaction when you rock and roll me (with epoch-appropriate taunts and slurs) from hot licks in the’60s to the 2025 art of shallot disrobing and the wiley kitchen tricks of an elderly cook intent on enjoying a properly aged stew. That’s it. Bob Seeger and I now will salute you with a pre-dawn flute of champagne, watching the sun paint orange to rose the high, wide, wild Texas sky to as many rounds of “Running Against the Wind “ as necessary to cool my overheated happy.
Brilliant! Simply GD brilliant. I learn more from a 3-minute Abigail Thomas post than I ever learned in school!