I rarely watch Larry King Live. The guy makes my skin crawl. However, I could not resist watching Mick Jagger’s appearance last night. The subject? One of my favorite albums of all time, Exile on Main Street. First of all, the gig wasn’t live and every segment ended with Larry standing in front of a zillion images from the EOMS album cover (and soon-to-be-released documentary) in starched jeans, red shirt, and those stupid suspenders. I hate to say this but I would have rather endured Barbara Walters—at least she would have listened to the freakin’ record. King prefaced two questions with, “You know my old pal Frank Sinatra used to tell me…”
On a better note, I did discover a nice King Ranch casserole at the new Eatzi’s store on Lovers Lane where the music of Placido Domingo almost shattered my ear drums as I watched owner Phil Romano and his family dine alfresco and chat with local PR maven, Martha Tiller.
Thanks Larry, I know you can’t always get what you want, but at least this morning I’m happy and remembering what I can still remember of Austin in 1972.