RE: Best Band/Musician of the 1960s

btw: The reason I’ve started talking to you like you’re a bed-wetting infant, is that you’re behaving like one. When you call prattle on with infantile attacks (ZenPoop? ┬áha ha… really?! ) I feel the only way I can communicate with a brain that’s only partially formed is to talk down to its level. You probably can’t absorb the meaning of that last sentence, but at least I tried.