Steven Tyler is aging pretty gracefully for a claymation skeleton who fell into a pile of feathers.

A magician begins pulling scarf after scarf after scarf out of his front tuxedo pocket until Steven Tyler slowly fades away from all photos.

Who knew in 1987 when Steven Tyler wrote "Dude (Looks Like a Lady)" that it would become a self-fulfilling prophecy?

As of last night my mom has more Aerosmith tattoos than my sister again. For now anyway.