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Honest, Marty: sterling decision to not even mention Mick Ronson’s name in favor of letting Bette Midler’s husband improvise. You’re such a fucking prankster, Marty.

Poof your heart’s hair up, Enthusiasts, and slip your skinny thighs into your girlfriend’s leather pants. Let your cigarette burn down just right, that length of junkie-ash dingle-dangling off the end like a high-diver that changed his mind too late. Make sure your socks don’t match. Ronnie Biggs is waiting in the Jag: let’s go on the glam.