Comparing The Beatles and The Stones is like comparing apples and oranges, but if I’m going to do it, gun to my head– I’m taking Stones all day, and it’s not even very close. If my criticism of The Beatles seems harsh, remember, I’m just being honest. At the end of the day, I’m just doing and saying what others are afraid to. Anyway, who’s your favorite?
It’s hard to believe that it’s been 40 years since that fateful evening, in front of the now famous Dakota building, in New York City. Often times I think about John Lennon; while he was never alive during my lifetime (I was born in 1988), I’ve learned a lot over the years about the person he was beyond his music.