The strange thing is I could have sworn my first encounter with the bag was in North Dakota. But maybe it was Alberta. Anyway it was friends or relatives of ours and they had a tube bag that fit in a pitcher and you cut a corner off, poured normal.

Industrial, you would get these 8 gallon jobs, like, a milk crate? Full of cartons? That but instead of cartons the whole thing was full of one big bag of milk.Those you rolled and jammed into dispensers. No one liked the job, it wasn't the weight, it was the ungainliness. Like hanging on to a fat squirming child.

I have listened often to the Ranconteurs first, wife is a big fan. I liked the White Stripes. Dudes a monster but I think he should hand the vocals over pretty much always. There's a sameness to delivery that mutes the instrumental diversity, to my far inferior musical mind:) Probably why I like the Who more than Zeppelin, Beatles more than anyone. You've probably seen *It's Gonna be(get?) Loud"? Who'm I kidding of course you have.

I'm binge listening Nightwish these days...their September shows aren't cancelled yet...hoping. This covidiot nonsense cost me 5 show so far this year. Rage, Black Keys, Sebastian Bach (shh;) Gn'R and Roger Waters. I can't even.

Tch. I find I mostly listen to women now, any genre. Tired of dudes talking sensitive and sounding like they're in the middle of a shit. I blame Pearl Jam. Sinatra hung with mafia, Elvis drove a truck, Lennon was a street fighter but they sang sweet stuff sweet. Show some emotion, guys I won't call you a fag.

THIS is a nice song. Jack would approve, Page produced. The riff is David Gilmours, tho.