It's Not Like I Love The Stones

Go(ld)phish popped up with a thought bubble of a question the other day. 'Best band of all-time?' closely following it up, in her own special way, with 'Don't think. just say it'. 'The Rolling Stones' urged itself out of my mouth. Most strangely, I thought, one nanosecond later. 'Cuz that's not true, not to my knowledge, no. I don't even consider myself a fan. At all. I do think, yes, that Happy, Pass the Wine, Sympathy for the Devil, Paint it Black are special. Among others. But I think that declaration was a reaction to an eager beaver who was practically jumping at Go(ld)phish, with those obvious two words - 'The Beatles. The Beatles. The Beatles!' You know how you feel like countering The Beatles enthusiasm with some Stones cred. Just. Probably because I do think The Beatles are overrated; I mean, I LOVE, Getting Better, I Want You, Something, She Said, hell, even Come Together, but that universal mass appeal that their music has, guarantees them way too much attention than they deserve, I feel. Purely rationally speaking, of course.
But then, where's the room for reason, in this debate?
The question and its intended immediacy in response is meant to negate reason. Because music that echoes with you, just like books you love, is way too personal, way too abstract and much too beautiful for anything as mundane as reason to find a place in it. Reason tells me that my one word response to 'Best solo artist of all time?' {Goldphish was on a roll that evening} - Madonna - isn't correct. Like, factually. Because god knows there 's Prince and man, there was a Michael Jackson. But I shall claim, for myself, Madonna. And I'd like to amend my answer to the first question (mind rattling with The Doors and Radiohead notwithstanding) with - Pink Floyd. Bring it on!