It's no secret I like the Stones. A lot. Like any band or artist one follows relentlessly, there comes a time when we begin listening to the albums in a different light than we did in years past. This runs from searching out and appreciating everything from lyrical quirks, oddball nuggets, interesting time signatures, stylistic oddities, to just plain old tunes we missed the first go 'round.
For me, the latest case of this phenomenon has manifested itself in relishing the most interesting moments of the . . .
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