I used to love 'Sticky Fingers'.
My aunt has the original vinyl, with the proper zip on the Warhol cover. At least, I hope she still has it.
I used to love 'Sticky Fingers'.
I learned about him reading that Nick Kent book recently. The contention in that essay was that Jagger/Richards nicked all the badboy moves/persona off Jones, who was genuinely a bastard.
I think it's so hard to judge even the music of the beatles/stones when you didn't grow up in the 60s. The radicalism of it. A lot of it sounds corny or like old hat now which at the time must have sounded exciting/terrifying to people at the time.
The stones now seem so far removed from being dangerous that it's hard to imagine they ever were considered as such.
Exile on Main Street still sounds amazing.
Another thing, an ex-girlfriend had a mate whose parents owned Cotchford Farm. She grew up swimming in the famous swimming pool of death.
I mean yeah he was beautiful. as well as the literal living embodiment of "youth", youth culture, etcOne thing that does come across from that time is jagger's sex appeal
I mean yeah he was beautiful. as well as the literal living embodiment of "youth", youth culture, etc
all the appeal of being the embodiment of the very thing which old people by definition cannot get.
also: progenitor of the proud British tradition of rock frontmen who everyone just accepts can't really sing.
Mick Jagger reading Shelly (with his honking estuary vowels and cavernous glottal stops) in tribute to Jones at the Hyde Park concert is both hilariously funny and grimly hypocritical.