from Andrew Oldham's 2Stoned:
The Stones were four minutes into Going Home and to everybody it felt like a great take – the take. But as I tapped along and looked up through the control room window into the studio I knew something was up as Charlie looked at Keith, who didn't look back, and Bill looked at Charlie as if to say, 'I don't know either.'
I turned to Dave Hassinger. 'Dave, they don't know how to end it; they don't have a @#$%&' ending.' ... Dave turned oh so slowly towards me and shot me a look that said, 'there ain't nothing I can do about it.' Now at the five-minute line of Going Home, the Rolling Stones kept rocking along. Mick's vocal was over and he crossed his arms without missing a beat. Keith curled into his guitar, playing away any problem, not allowing anyone to catch his eye. As we crossed into six minutes, it was still the one, still the take, but if something didn't happen and somebody take charge and find an ending, we could be derailed. It didn't matter that the take had eclipsed the four-minute-tops borderline; the track was holding and I wanted the Stones to make every second of this majestic piece releasable. When they had mapped it out they hadn't allowed they'd nailed such a great one that fast, and now they were a plane looking for a safe landing.
Charlie couldn't catch Keith's eye; Keith would only let me have the sly underbelly of his ... At seven minutes Charlie looked, I waved a circle, meaning just keep it moving. He looked at me for a few seconds, figured it in and nodded his head. Bill heard Charlie step it up and followed him. Brian and Keith now admitted they were playing together, stayed on the money and got on the ride. Stu shrugged, grinned and started to glide. Mick looked for and found the right harp, wrapped his lips around it and sucked his way into our ears forever with a triumphant groan. ... Charlie looked in my direction, then made the obvious suggestion by looking down at the floor. The Stones followed suit and allowed themselves to descend to a last apres skasmic crawl. Eleven minutes-plus on the slopes and spent; thank God we'd had enough tape between reels. The group fell about, as well they should, exhilarated. They laughed, hugged each other and collapsed on the floor. Going Home was done and so were we. I had just witnessed a musical moment of the forever, the Rolling Stones having just broken the sound barrier with ease.
- december 1965, by Gered Mankowitz
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 2005-07-23 11:53 by with sssoul.