Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend

A kiss on the hand may be quite continental
But diamonds are a girl's best friend
A kiss may be grand
But it won't pay the rental on your humble flat
Or help you at the automat
Men grow cold as girls grow old
And we shall lose our charms in the end
But square cut or pear shape
These rocks don't lose their shape
Diamonds are a girl's best friend
Diamonds are a girl's best friend

Let's Rock

There may come a time when a lass needs a lawyer
Diamonds are a girl's best friend

There may be when a hard boiled employer
Thinks you're awful nice
But get that ice or else no dice
He's your guy when stocks are high
But beware when they start to descend
It's then that these louses go back to their spouses
Diamonds are a girl's best friend
Diamonds are a girl's best friend

Let's rock again

Lyrics from T-Bone Burnett's Diamonds Are Girl's Best Friend

Photo from the movie RPM - Revolutions Per Minute(from imdb.com) - About a radical, west coast college professor who takes over during a campus revolt but can't decide between restoring order or anarchy.

The Boogie Beatniks

I'd put Billy F. Gibbons somewhere in the same graduating class as Keef. Of course these fellas don't graduate from anything besides birthdays, they both ooze a genuine bohemian snarl no institution would ever provide.
Being a card-carrying member of the microwave society, meaning, unless some action is practically at my doorstep, I'm probably not going to experience the experience. A 30 minute drive? I'm in.
Plus I was piqued by some news I dug up about the Toppers teaming up with Rick Rubin a couple of years ago to rejuvenate the Tres Hombres era ZZ. Have yet to hear a peep about that. Maybe something didn't gel. Maybe a beard thing.
(On a side note,I think Rick Rubin and T-Bone Burnett should get together and form a production alliance. They could tackle all the dudes who strayed for one reason or another, like Stephen Stills, who absolutely, could potentially howl on a blues-rock canvas. But no, sadly, he was Graham Nashed somewhere along the way).
To my delight, Billy, Dusty Hill and Frank Beard sauntered on stage and greeted us with the charming gut-bucket, Got Me Under Pressure and the Bus/Jesus medley.
It's a well-oiled show, as it should be, when Billy introduces the band, "For 40 years, the same three guys, for 40 years, the same three chords."
Their synchronized swim style dance steps and bro-code signage along with Gibbon's honkin and sqawkin, delta raunch via Marshall stack (reference mine) only reaffirms what we all would expect. That they are still the rightful heirs to the throne of the Boogie Nation.

credits: Photo of Rare Japanese Vinyl From raw-tcsd.com
Bottom Photo From klipsch.com