FMK: Doors, Rolling Stones, Velvet Underground

Fuck, Marry, Kill. This is according to the bands' entire career arcs, so there's no alternate universe where squeeze doesn't exist, etc.

I'm thinking F = VU, M = Stones, K = Doors. (I like the Doors, but I think Jim would have agreed with my answer.)

F VU, so pretty and moody and self-destructive. You're in your 20s and it's New York City and doing blow in darkrooms and all that but it does really all start to feel pretty samey.

M Stones, all charisma and danger, hiding astonishing financial savvy and an honest love of the classics. As the years go on the tics get annoying but hell, nobody's perfect and when you take out the old pictures you honestly feel a little tingle in your special place in spite of yourself, even after all these years.

K Doors the only thing worse than a college poet is a bad one. Acted all pouty and broody but can't have been brooding on much b/c seriously no self-awareness at all. Warts and all, at least Mick knows he's hilarious. Plus he farts better lyrics.

yeah as much as I love the Doors, ya gotta kill 'em for "Doors of the 21st Century" if nothing else, to say nothing of the two -- count 'em *two* -- Jim-less lps. (counter-arg: Ray DID do 'Los Angeles' ...)

VU an awesome fuck sure

Stones, no problem growing old with them, even hardcore Stones fans can't come to consensus on Jones/Taylor/Wood so might as well just enjoy the ride

F=Doors
Just to say I fucked a fat bearded coke addict who could write a great psych tune.

M=VU
Keep some danger in your life for the long term.

K=Stones
SO done with these guys.

The Stones' laddishness is the only thing keeping them from being ideal husbands. They're all soccer matches and dick jokes. Also, their age is problematic. But they do have access to the best doctors! And I can bore them with questions about Anita Pallenberg.

soccer matches and dick jokes are definitely more charming in a wife. also: charlie watts.

i dunno i think you could have a fun, dysfunctional hipster marriage with the velvets, and when you storm out in a huff once a week or so you could meet up with the stones at a doors show (where you'd get creeped out when jim hit on you, and wind up back at mick and keith's suite with a bunch of drugs and some mars bars).

i'll pass on the mars bars. who knows where they've been?!

who indeed.

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