Today’s Dugout Chatter means a lot to me. It’s my chance to share some thoughts I had while driving all over Italy for 17 days, enjoying the sweet life and contemplating the horror of a world in which rock ‘n roll songs have no lyrics that end in consonants. I hope these questions mean something to you and you do your part in reaffirming our collective faith in rock ‘n roll. I will thank you in advance, and I look forward to your responses.
Ian McLagan or Nicky Hopkins?
Which album have you avoided listening to for years as you have, I would hope, a snuff film?
Have you ever spent time in a place in which rock ‘n roll has no context, when even hearing a beloved rock song you’ve brought along for the journey has greatly diminished meaning?
Lou Reed’s “Perfect Day” or The Kinks’ “Days”?
Who’s your favorite poor man’s Jagger?
If only one member of a band is allowed to wear a moustache, which instrument should that band member play?
What’s behind the nagging rock nerd suspicion that Pete Quaife was The Kinks’ “secret sauce?” And to tip my hat to my thoughts on this, did his Look promise as much as he delivered?


