mo' mth

jeez, who'd a thunk there'd be such a cottage industry in archival mott the hoople releases? not me, but then again, my name's not jeff jarema. listening to two miles from heaven this a.m., it occurred to me: no the band, no mott...or faces. (of course, mick ralphs liked leslie west and neil young real much, too. and ian, who was older, dug him some little richard and jerry lee lewis.)