Got this song by the Kinks stuck in my head.
“The tax man’s taken all my dough,
And left me in my stately home,
lazing on a sunny afternoon.”
Speaking of ’60s bands, there’s a trailer out for America’s Lost Band, the documentary on the Remains. After watching it, I decided that the Remains had to be four of the ballsiest dudes of all time to open for the Beatles. Those screaming girls could have torn them from limb to limb to get at their idols. It would be like getting between me and Coco. I’d kill a bitch to get to Coco.
UPDATED TO ADD: Gorgeous blogger KD reminds me that I shouldn’t mention taxes and Beatles in the same post without including Taxman. I’ve always preferred the Kinks song, but that doesn’t mean I should neglect the Beatles.