There must be nights, when Tom Jones is singing “What’s New, Pussycat” for the 5,000th time, and the women are shrieking like they do every night and a hail of panties is landing on the stage like thousands of times before, when he just thinks, “Man, I’m getting sick of this.” That’s what I tell myself, anyway.
April 10, 2002
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