Mamey's stalwart effort, although strikingly uninformed and distinctively time-trapped, merits a riposte. And a devastating riposte it will be. But first I will be on an official Cigar Saloon assignment, so the knockout counter-punch will have to wait a few days.
As a teaser - I do agree with the exact positioning of at least two of his top 10. Thereafter, Mamey rode upon his magic swirlin' ship to somewhere between the Gates of Eden and the Land of Nod where he musta downed several uninterrupted shots with Crazy Joe Gallo and hallucinated himself into his own personal world of fog, amphetimines, and pearls.
El Alcalde
ps: Ahhhh...but we may all agree that Bob is probably partial to a good maduro wrapper, just like his loyal bobcats prefer Like a Rolling Stone to I want to Hold Your Hand.
Maggie's Pa, he puts his cigar out in your face just for kicks;
and his bedroom window, it is made out of bricks.
Maggie's Pa, he puts his cigar out in your face just for kicks;
and his bedroom window, it is made out of bricks.
To paraphrase Gov. Romney, attacking Mamey is not an agenda. The question is what 21 great songs do you knock out of the list to make room for a post-Desire scud?
ReplyDeleteIf you're looking to get silly, you better go back from where you came!--Mamey