We were invited to a party the other day.

“What kind of party?” was the question.

“Dope and the Rolling Stones,” was the answer.

Sticky Fingers is the long-awaited and at times almost forgotten-about latest lp by the Rolling Stones, the greatest something-or-others in the world. It’s the most garish throwtogether since Flowers, half of the material dates back over a year, some of it is stupid, and some of it is just plain bad. I play it all the time, and the more I play it, the louder I play it.

The Stones had .to deal first with a pop scene that fee,Is dispirited and with their own absence from it. Zip,

You doo look, right? It took, Andy Warhol to make people relate to an album cover as directly as they might to the music it contains. The Stones won the. first round; they Organized the audience,, around their record, without even making them listen. The Ip was stared at and glared at, talked about, passed around, and finally heard. All over the place. It took over the radio.

Uh, Brown Sugar, hum cum ya taste so gud?

Brown Sugar, just like a black girl shud?