"That wasn't equating them." Uh, yes it was. Explicitly. One of these days you really need to figure out how words work.
That was me saying I wasn't interested in either of them so I knew little to nothing about them EXCEPT THAT I DIDN'T CARE ABOUT THEM OR THEIR MUSIC. Words are capable of doing a lot more work than Stupy realizes they can, which is an interesting thought. I think that not understanding language is typical of, uh, "journalists." I had an article thrown at me with a load of anti-Irish invective due to Van Morrison's late in life Covid-skeptic whining that he couldn't make money with mega concerts for a year and the accusations that his most recent record WHICH I HAD NOT EVEN HEARD OF AND HAVE NO INTENTION OF HEARING was a "typical Irish antisemtism." Well, looking him up, he isn't really Irish, at least not as used by the idiot who provoked me to look into him.
I don't care if you go listen to Brown-Eyed Girl if you puke, I don't care about it at all. Just as I don't care about any other figure in white-boy rock.
I don't know it was Simps who sent the original - he's got more sock puppets than Burr Tillstrom, Shari Lewis and Jim Henson combined so I don't know which troll scat is his and which might not be. But that above is his. I knew he'd have a hissy fit if I dissed rock, it's so predictable. At his age and with his diet (the "brain trust" is mighty fixated on what they're having for supper) I don't want to be responsible for giving him the probable heart attack or stroke. Now I've had my fun and that's all done.
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