I am, I see here, marginally endowed, if I read Keith’s sniggering aright. I do not sing well, either. I am not polite to employees; indeed, I have even been known to say, “Oh, shut up, Keith,” in band meetings. I do not appreciate the authenticity of the music or the importance of what we do. I want to “lord it over” the band, like James Brown. I am “insufferable.” I slept with Anita.
Most of that is in just the first quarter of this overlong book, but a tattoo of my failings sounds all through it and culminates in almost 20 full pages of rambling invective near the end.
I don’t mind this, really, for reasons I hope are understandable and will get into later. This is all from a guy pushing 70 for whom gays are still “poofters” and women “bitches.” I think so many things about Keith. We were close, the two of us, for many years. We had known each other in grade school, if you can believe it, in the same undistinguished eastern suburb. Then we bumped into each other in a train station at 18 or so and started talking about the blues. We were different; I’d already been on TV with my father, who was a fairly notable expert on physical education at the time. Keith was … rougher, let’s say. For the next nearly 10 years, we were rarely apart. Even after we were famous, we lived at each others’ flats or houses. We were still very young, and, like puppies, we’d cluster together. (more….)
This was perhaps my favorite song from Phish’s Festival 8 Halloween costume performance this past weekend. Here are the Stones performing the song from ’02.
Written and sung primarily by Keith, “Happy” kicks off album two of Exile On Main St.
Robert Christagu was one of the first rock writers to praise Exile On Main St upon its release in 1972. Pretty spot on if you ask me.
“More than anything else this fagged-out masterpiece is difficult–how else describe music that takes weeks to understand? Weary and complicated, barely afloat in its own drudgery, it rocks with extra power and concentration as a result. More indecipherable than ever, submerging Mick’s voice under layers of studio murk, it piles all the old themes–sex as power, sex as love, sex as pleasure, distance, craziness, release–on top of an obsession with time more than appropriate in over-thirties committed to what was once considered a youth music. Honking around sweet Virginia country and hipping through Slim Harpo, singing their ambiguous praises of Angela Davis, Jesus Christ, and the Butter Queen, they’re just war babies with the bell bottom blues.” A+
Here’s the lead off track, “Rocks Off” from Sydney ’73:
Police in Sussex, in southern England, have confirmed they are examining documents given to them by an investigative journalist who has been researching events surrounding Jones’ death. (more…)
“Route 66” was written by Bobby Troup and first recorded by Nat King Cole. The song was written during a road trip to Los Angeles traveling on (you guessed it) Route 66. The famous highway originally ran from Chicago, Illinois, through Missouri, Kansas, Oklahoma, Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, and California, before ending at Los Angeles, encompassing a total of 2,448 miles. Here are the Stones performing the song in ’76 at Knebworth.
Keith Richards crashed his car in southeast England after falling asleep at the wheel. Police found marijuana and cocaine on the guitarist, which resulted in more legal issues for Keef.