Two weeks ago, after fighting with the wife, I went downstairs, threw on Hampton '81, and it provided that cathartic jolt I needed.
The Stones records are so ingrained in me that they take no effort to listen to, rather the songs inhabit by body, and I them. It's like being set free. The music brings me back to an even keel, it's like having a reset button.
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