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My liver is pissed, and we’re not speaking right now.

Over the weekend I went to a buddy’s house before we hit the bars. I don’t want to use his name for fear of reprisal, but let’s just say he and his crew are considerably younger than me.

Anyway, we were watching Chuck Berry Hail! Hail! Rock ‘n’ Roll in his basement on the HD music channel.

For those of you who haven’t seen it, the documentary chronicles Chuck Berry’s return to the Fox Theatre in St. Louis to celebrate his 6oth birthday. Keith Richards puts together a band that includes Robert Cray, Eric Clapton, himself, and pianist Johnnie Johnson.

As the concert began, I was informed that we needed to “get the party started.” Apparently, that meant playing crappy music by people I had never heard of like Rhianna.

Loudly.

I was forced upstairs to watch the remainder of the movie, and was later told that I may be getting old.

Kids, this is not an issue of age, but of coolness. I seriously doubt there will be a documentary that chronicles Rhianna’s lifetime achievements in music.

But the host put everything in perspective when he said, “Hey, I just listen to what the p-ssy listens to.”

Touché.

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