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The wise old man lamented that technology prevents face-to-face communication, and replaces music with soulless digital beats. Meanwhile, Daft Punk played "Face to Face." Hot mackings ensued.

Gentlemen write songs for ladies who are past their prime.

Joe Jackson is a slick cat, jazz-handsing on crazy tip-toes with a cigarette in his mouth that replaces his middle finger. He's punk after all! He really, really is punk!