Something more than the Stones is Rolling...

I was steamrollered by time and never got over it.  The first time I heard “I Can’t Git No Satisfaction” in an elevator over Musak, I went into a deep depression that lasted for weeks.  The saccharine sounds of violin strings harmonized to the familiar tune as the crazy words went through my head "...and I'm tryin' to make some girl who tells me baby better come back later next week 'cause you see I'm on losing streak. I can't get no, oh no no no. ”.  I couldn’t close my ears.  The insipid music filling every square inch of space in that metal box and sucking the air out of me.  Gasping, I got off on at the next floor. Yes, those were black days indeed – something was very wrong.