Don’t hate it, but good grief a lot of these songs sound exactly the damn same. And I’m prettttttty sure Rod Stewart was never a down on his luck depression area New Yorker, though it sure seems as if he’s trying to make the soundtrack for warming your hands over a tin drum fire. I’d rather listen to “Da Ya Think I’m sexy?” Even though I had no idea it was spelled this way until I looked it up just now, and I’m never going to forget this.