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Old glorious farts desperately fighting ossification.

Pathetic has-beens sadly living beyond the lifespan of their talents.

Hendrix, Joplin and Morrison laugh at these old fools from the grave.

Live fast, die young and leave a pretty corpse OR fade away and don't embarrass your legacy is the true spirit of Rock and Roll.

Old glorious farts desperately fighting ossification.

Hendrix, Joplin and Morrison laugh at these old fools from the grave.

While Daltrey, Townshend, and Jagger's bodies may be fighting ossification, they are certainly in better shape than Hendrix, Joplin, and Morrison who by now are probably completely rotted down to the bones.

I saw my mom watching some stupid red carpet thing for that show "X-Factor" with plenty of young musicians and a bunch of crap they call entertainment. I'd rather watch Jagger on-stage naked that most of the young talent today.

As in Houseman's poem, since The Beatles broke up in 1970 and never played again, they are assured in memory of being the greatest rock band in history.

To an Athlete Dying Young

by A. E. Housman (1859-1936)

We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.
To-day, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.
Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields were glory does not stay
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.
Eyes the shady night has shut
Cannot see the record cut,
And silence sounds no worse than cheers
After earth has stopped the ears:
Now you will not swell the rout
Of lads that wore their honours out,
Runners whom renown outran
And the name died before the man.
So set, before its echoes fade,
The fleet foot on the sill of shade,
And hold to the low lintel up
The still-defended challenge-cup.
And round that early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,
And find unwithered on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl's.