I obviously have a talent for juxtaposing things that are totally unrelated, although nothing in this world is totally unrelated, is it? Everything is part of a continuum, although probably not pre-determined. The Stones were my band, in the late 60's; gritty, tough-sounding lads from London, who sneered at the post-war world. The guy in the other picture was also gritty and tough, but also totally insane, bitter, and ruthless. In no way do I hold him up as a model of anything good, other than style. Therein comes the lesson of the day; beware of those who put style over substance, as in most the "modern" pop music.