Such mixed feelings! Bob, you're embarrassing yourself. Accept the golden rocking chair and rest proud of what you've done and will forever mean. Damn, but the Old Man still fearlessly tries things and gloriously does whatever the hell he wants to do, and still has good taste. "Suzie, make sure you use the big bib on grandpa at supper tonight--we're gonna try soup again." Voices that have been run over by history's skidding rubble are a great match for raucous rawk songs. Please don't move, Bobby. The monitors might trip you up, and moving looks like it hurts, anyway. Many Rolling Stones songs, such as this one, are so freakin' much fun that even a wheezed out geez "singer" can't ruin them, at all. If grandpa would forget vanity and wear his glasses, he'd see where the mic is. Nice of Bob to return the nod to the Stones for their fine version of "Like a Rolling Stone" by churning out one of their famous tunes. Cigarettes and whiskey--not a singer's friend. The Old Man sure knows how to craft together a tight band. The same four "lead" notes thonked back and forth on the Strat for the last 20 years won't hurt much, as they're hidden so low in the mix, and it is cute how grandpa thinks that opening and closing the glovebox is him "driving the Buick." ANYONE WHO WROTE "BLOWIN' IN THE WIND" AND SANG THE FIRST VERSION OF "GIRL FROM THE NORTH COUNTRY" SO EXQUISITELY CAN DO WHATEVER HE WANTS.