“Goats Head Soup.” The very thought makes my fur stand on end. The Rolling Stones turned out four killer LPs in a row, with titles that slayed (figuratively). And then they released an almost-killer LP with a title that slayed (literally). You know, Mick Jagger was a smart guy….London School of Economics and all that. If he hadn’t ended up as the world’s greatest rock frontman he would have spent his life as a conservative, monarch-loving, businessman in a Saville Row suit. How could a guy so schooled in market appeal give the Stones’ 11th studio album such a highly offensive name? (I TRIED to warn him against it; whoever heard of anyone eating such a soup, anyway?) Sales weren’t great because I think the title kept most goats from buying it. Today my comrades, as well as humans, would be wanting to destroy every copy of “Goats Head Soup” in circulation. But as I always say: sometimes it’s okay to separate the art from the artist! Plus, the album DID contain one song that was inspired by an old she-goat named Angie that I once lusted after. And she was a “Star Star,” if you dig what I mean (wink, wink!). Nevertheless, I think I’ll poop on it.