poor jll, the only time he get's a big hit in the 80s and he doesn't play piano on it, so he has to stand and sing, which he never does, did, and on top of that wear that suit [which i am conflicted about-- either loving loving it in retrospect for its hip alternative to his usual rock 'n' roll icon status as the original outrageous-dressing {even topping Elvis} cat, to his transformation in the 60s and 70s to the fashion-plate rocker in patent-leather, extra x-toe, custom boot wearin', jordache jean sportin, ruffly tux shirt-- sleeves rolled up above bicep [a style, i myself, dubbed the 'Ferriday Roll' --he's from Ferriday LA--and everybody there does it too...i'm kinda partial to it myself]...all for now
have a nice ride in the cab.
i'll ever sit down to dinner with them and be the normal guy at the table
