And then everything went 1978
Feb. 22nd, 2009 02:56 am- and stopped. That’s what you get for sitting in a crash bar too long, he thought, everything smears.
Listening to the bloody Rolling Stones again – aint it weird, yes it is. Trying to spoon more of the congealed sweetener into a swamp of black coffee, like hiding evidence, like burying a corpse.
And the music – some randomly titled confusion of sessions – it was still now, with every plastic tinsel glittering sound from way back, the thin wire layers of muzak and demon irony.
So very now.
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Listening to the bloody Rolling Stones again – aint it weird, yes it is. Trying to spoon more of the congealed sweetener into a swamp of black coffee, like hiding evidence, like burying a corpse.
And the music – some randomly titled confusion of sessions – it was still now, with every plastic tinsel glittering sound from way back, the thin wire layers of muzak and demon irony.
So very now.
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Goats Head Soup
Jan. 29th, 2009 02:59 amMore insomnia, more Rolling Stones, more much maligned Goats Head Soup and standing with a slack guitar in one hand and a cigarette in the other with my back to the speaker - can you hear the music? - and letting the heat build humid like the thick scented air from Montserrat - "We got a nice view of the sea didn't we?" glancing up from the grand piano.
"Yeah we did."
And the sun beating through the curtains, another sunny afternoon for the boys - this is a playground after all, just ask the war weary women peering through the yellow haze. "I think - I don't think - but I was - there, I think…" Amnesia as self defence - invisibility cuts both ways. Revenge comes from the ones already exiled – Marianne Faithfull who will make more important records than the Stones a few years down the line. Invisibility cuts.
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"Yeah we did."
And the sun beating through the curtains, another sunny afternoon for the boys - this is a playground after all, just ask the war weary women peering through the yellow haze. "I think - I don't think - but I was - there, I think…" Amnesia as self defence - invisibility cuts both ways. Revenge comes from the ones already exiled – Marianne Faithfull who will make more important records than the Stones a few years down the line. Invisibility cuts.
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Europe on 20 camels a day
Aug. 15th, 2008 06:26 amActually i don't smoke camels - not since they changed from being turkish tobacco some time in the 80s - i smoke gitanes as it goes. And of course when i say Europe - i mean, LimeyLand... and when i say LimeyLand i mean of course, my house... and when i say 20 - let's start again shall we.
My house on 2.5 bootlegs a night.
That's... closer.
Always been a fan of that funky furry fuzzed up period of the Stones which was roughly 1969 - 75,
though muzo geeks will argue over that (zzz).
But anyone with hip joints, a groin, or insomnia (!) will know what i mean.
Great chewy tunes with a widescreen splash writing movies in the mind - from the sahara voodoo of 'Can you hear the music'
to the chilly hands in army-jacket pockets romance (across 110th street) that is 'Till the next time we say goodbye'
and on through the insane oxyacetylene white fire that is 'All down the line'.
Yeah -it's all heady stuff.
Back from the daze when William S. Burroughs thought Mick Jagger was gonna make the audience shake clean out of their skins and Patti Smith wanted nothing more than to wear a Keith Richards T-shirt and flirt with the Ramones.
Bam - good hits flaring up with the dawn like the sun off a pair of dirty shades, the reflective silver scratched and dripping like cheap lipstick.
And now it's morning already..