Mr. ? was always just that to me.
On the visual evidence he evolved from one sort of poseur to another, shaking that rhythm-a-thing down from his rocking' shoulders to his rollin' ding-a-ling. (Don't be afraid, children, it's only rock and roll.)
Give the man credit. He got a lotta miles out of a couple of chords, a cheesy organ, sunglasses and a sneer Jagger could envy and Alice Cooper would copy.
1966
1998
1966
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