So this is how my brain works. I'll let you decide the level of insanity.
This morning I woke up with Wild Horses playing from inside the dream. It simultaneously existed as the original The Rolling Stones version and The Sundays and Labelle versions.
And I thought to myself what else is on that album? Bitch. or Sway. Mmmmm Brown Sugar. The Album? Sticky Fingers.
How a propos that I awoke half aroused, hand in the flannelpajama pants, and playing in the slowly fading fog songs from Sticky Fingers.
Wait a minute. I always thought it was about thievery, especially with You Gotta Move on the album. Perhaps it was instead about... adifferent kind of sticky fingers. He he he.
Now the "dirty" album cover makes more sense. Oh. Oh! Ok. Duh.
Still, Sticky Fingers is a pretty good album. It's no Exileon Main Street. Come to think of it Tumbling Dice... is a later (not as good) version of Good Time Women which was recorded for uh. Sticky Fingers.
And so I must decide here in the morning, alone. What more to think about Sticky Fingers? Do I go to the cold shower and wash away the last of the dream? Do I work on my own version of Sticky Fingers? A two handed solo on Can't You Hear Me Knocking?
Instead I log into Facebook and post:
"Sticky Fingers was awesome by the Spanish Cover was weird."
Along with this link to Brown Sugar of Mick Jagger in a laaaaaaaaame hat.