Geezers Gettin' Kewl

Update:  Mrs. Miller (see below) wasn't anyone's fool, she knew what she did was comedy, and it could be pretty funny, often a lot more interesting for that than the stuff she made fun of, strung through a number of records for Capitol.  That's sort of a show biz success, unlike geezers who spend their three score and ten and counting trying to pretend that they are teenagers far more unsuccessfully than Dick Clark was able to. Apparently that high hipster of the hip replacement age cohort, Mr. Kewl of Eschaton, didn't like my remark about Mick Jagger and his old, old, shriveled up stones the other day and he's been flaming me here and at the blog that's turning ever bluer as it dies a slow death. Not that I'd expect the wider world would notice what goes on there anymore. I mean, it's been, what, eight years since it sort of got noticed by implication in a no-line role on The West Wing? And that's when its owner actually still wrote something once in a while.

Two words:  Power, Pop.

Update:  If you didn't realize it Mr. Kewl at Baby Blue is flaming me and frustrated that I'm not posting his comments.  You get all the fun without the boredom this way.

Here's a cover of a Mop Head's cover of a Latino song, only this geezer is supposed to be funny and Mr. Kewl thinks he's kewl.

Update 2:  Another Mop Head cover.  I'll explain it later.