Greetings friends. Many of you that know me know of my storied obsession
with the Rolling Stones. If you are a friend from way back, you will regard
my sixth grade enchantment with Tattoo You, which played in the background
at many boy/girl parties (that's what we called 'em back them) and supplied
me with endless joy. The second side of Tattoo You is still one of my all
time favorites in life. On another note, you all know Exile On Main Street was rereleased yesterday
with some new tracks, 10 to be exact. It's beyond a cliché to say this album
is a desert island must have, but for me, there is no album I am more in
love with. Full stop. There is so much soul and grit and sexiness and
layered lushness in this amazing work of genius. The newly released and
previously unheard tracks are pretty sick too. And the alternate version of
"Loving Cup" is fucking fantastic. This album was born out of a self
imposed exile (taxes are a bitch, mates) to Keith's mansion in the south of
France called Nellcote. This was also a time of Keith's now legendary
descent into a hell of a heroin habit. Which is amazing when you listen to
songs like "Happy". But the haziness and denseness and sheer raggedness of
this great rock album is all part of what makes the Stones the great band
they are. What I can say is there are Beatles fans, and then there are Rolling Stones
fans, and that's that. My husband is more Beatles than Stones for instance,
but I ain't mad at him for it. Sure it's possible to like both, but that
swagger and nastiness and rock and roll raunchy of the Stones speaks to some
of us more than others. The Stones incredible style and innate rock and roll
hipness was the stuff of legend. Yes they are older now and a little bit
tweaky looking, but look at Mick and Keith back in the day and I challenge
you to find anyone who can touch them now in terms of true coolness and
their jolie laide in the purest form. These pics from those times say it all
really. And I love the cover art for the album with photographs shot by
Robert Frank. I really could write a whole other post on how great their
album art has always been. Go get yourself a copy of this amazing work of genius. Give it a listen
again, and for Stones virgins, enjoy it for the first time. The Stones are a
huge part of my DNA and I will always always love them. I love the Beatles
too, but they don't make my insides hurt. And that's what's up this rock and
roll Wednesday in the MIA. Peace. XO
with the Rolling Stones. If you are a friend from way back, you will regard
my sixth grade enchantment with Tattoo You, which played in the background
at many boy/girl parties (that's what we called 'em back them) and supplied
me with endless joy. The second side of Tattoo You is still one of my all
time favorites in life. On another note, you all know Exile On Main Street was rereleased yesterday
with some new tracks, 10 to be exact. It's beyond a cliché to say this album
is a desert island must have, but for me, there is no album I am more in
love with. Full stop. There is so much soul and grit and sexiness and
layered lushness in this amazing work of genius. The newly released and
previously unheard tracks are pretty sick too. And the alternate version of
"Loving Cup" is fucking fantastic. This album was born out of a self
imposed exile (taxes are a bitch, mates) to Keith's mansion in the south of
France called Nellcote. This was also a time of Keith's now legendary
descent into a hell of a heroin habit. Which is amazing when you listen to
songs like "Happy". But the haziness and denseness and sheer raggedness of
this great rock album is all part of what makes the Stones the great band
they are. What I can say is there are Beatles fans, and then there are Rolling Stones
fans, and that's that. My husband is more Beatles than Stones for instance,
but I ain't mad at him for it. Sure it's possible to like both, but that
swagger and nastiness and rock and roll raunchy of the Stones speaks to some
of us more than others. The Stones incredible style and innate rock and roll
hipness was the stuff of legend. Yes they are older now and a little bit
tweaky looking, but look at Mick and Keith back in the day and I challenge
you to find anyone who can touch them now in terms of true coolness and
their jolie laide in the purest form. These pics from those times say it all
really. And I love the cover art for the album with photographs shot by
Robert Frank. I really could write a whole other post on how great their
album art has always been. Go get yourself a copy of this amazing work of genius. Give it a listen
again, and for Stones virgins, enjoy it for the first time. The Stones are a
huge part of my DNA and I will always always love them. I love the Beatles
too, but they don't make my insides hurt. And that's what's up this rock and
roll Wednesday in the MIA. Peace. XO
