TICKING OFF THE BUCKET LIST - ONE STEP AT A TIME - TAKING MY SONS TO SEE THE STONES:

You know how it can sometimes be with buck-list things. You wait so long for the damned things to eventuate that when they finally come around they can appear to be anti climactic. One finds oneself thinking stuff like did I REALLY wait seventeen years for this? That was how it was for me last night, outside the Brisbane Entertainment Centre, as I sat with my two sons waiting for ‘the tickets to come downstairs’ to the box office from the Rolling Stones organisation.

We had purposely arrived early in order to avoid the crush and as a consequence we were virtually alone at the venue. Early is good, too early is ridiculous! We sat outside the entrance and I gloomily observed the few straggling punters that were arriving - they seemed to be exclusively middle aged and all the women appeared to be wearing those impossible @#$%&-me shoes designed by sadistic shoe-manufacturers to torture the slightly over-weight into wobbling and looking slightly ridiculous. Most of the men had those tell-tale rolls of flesh which illustrate belts tugged a little too tight around spreading waists. I counted a pony tail or two wandering behind the @#$%&-me shoes.

For an inexplicable reason I felt gloomy. I wanted to kick myself! I wandered to the box office and there was the ‘magic envelope’ with instructions hand-written on the front: go to VIP lounge and wait! We wandered into the venue which was rapidly filling up, I could see no-one as young as my kids. Everyone, it seemed, was over fifty. I asked how much a program was, and I was told thirty dollars. I decided to save the money for a future meal. We wandered to the VIP lounge and to my sons delight there were sausage rolls and free beer - by the look on their faces you’d have thought they’d died and gone to heaven. A tip for the parents of teenaged boys - feed them beer and sausages and you’ll have friends for life! My sons tucked into the tucker with relish.

I drank a coke and began a conversation with the man sitting beside me, a Mr. Daisuke Miya who with his wife had flown in from Tokyo. I told him that I was bringing my sons to see the band, and to my astonishment he told me that he knew who I was! How was this possible? He had read my Facebook page that very morning and he even knew the names of my sons - a lovely circularity ensued when I introduced a diminutive Japanese gentlemen to two hulking Aussies with beers in their hands and beards on their chins. Mr. Miya seemed thrilled, as if he were being introduced to the Rolling Stones themselves, and he insisted upon photos being taken - an elaborate dance of the i-phones began with various permutations of phones and subject-matter and after a while everyone seemed satisfied. I reckoned about thirty pictures were taken by the time the gentleman was happy.

I was about to go back to being strangely gloomy when Charlie Watts appeared in what was by now a crowded VIP lounge. He wandered up to me with a grin, a tiny figure between two decidedly chunky security guards, and I introduced him to my sons Bodhi and Chesley, and we were instructed to ‘follow me’ by a Charlie who keep staring up at my giant sons with an expression of detached bemusement. We followed behind him and entered a massive freight elevator which descended down to the back stage area of the auditorium and we were soon following Charlie through steel cages of equipment and all the detritus that accompanies a contemporary show-on-the-road. Just the empty show cases would require a couple of trucks to move them - acres of containers made walls of black behind which various technicians toiled - it looked like a strange vision of hell. I tried not to feel gloomy. Charlie led us to his dressing room.

In a small room the drummer for the Rolling Stones looked at my youngest son, who had been named in honour of a beloved friend of Charlie’s and mine (Chesley Millikin) and he asked if the two had ever met. Chesley (my son) explained the circumstances of his birth in Oxford England and drummer and son hit it off famously. Charlie stared up at Bodhi (six foot five) and asked how old he was, and shrugged with that bemused-Charlie look when he was told nineteen. Charlie’s sweet granddaughter appeared dressed in a little white chiffon number barely bigger than a handkerchief and the vibe noticeably improved amongst the teenaged contingent. Smiles got broader, eyes got sparklier, grins were grinning. Charlie asked us if we wanted to “go somewhere louder” and of course we agreed, and off we traipsed following his diminutive form across the corridor to a large room.

As we walked into the room there stood Keith, looking a trifle unsteady on his feet, and I wondered what he would say. Last time we had met (in 2003 at the same venue on their last Australian tour) he has said “@#$%& me Sam Cutler, or should I say @#$%& you?” I told him to ‘take your @#$%& choice,up to you” and things kind of settled down. This time was to be different. Keith pointed to me from across the room, he wobbled, he focussed, he blinked and he focussed some more as he pointed a wobbly finger towards me. “Sam Cutler! Well isn’t this lovely” and he stumbled forward and planted a solid kiss on what was more or less my cheek. He looked at my sons without knowing who they were and said to no-one in particular: “he talks a lot of bullshit you know, but it’s lovely bullshit and we love him”. He hung round my neck as I introduced him to my sons and they looked down on a tiny Keith. “Big boys” he said, “What you feed ‘em on”, and Charlie rolled his eyes whilst Keith the perfect host introduced us to his wife Patty and “my rottweiller” Jane Rose (his assistant/manager) who immediately started taking pictures of everyone in those endless i-phone-sharing variations that we’d been through with the Japanese in the VIP lounge.

Mick Taylor wandered in and gave me a bear hug. He looked at my sons and after I introduced them said: “Sam was the first one to call us the greatest rock n roll band in the world” and we all laughed when I said “yeah and you still haven’t paid me”. We talked of Hyde Park, and Mick and I winced as we remembered how embarrassingly out of tune the guitars had been, and Mick said he was stunned by the half a million people that greeted the band as they stepped on stage. It had all possessed a strangely ethereal air, the musicians couldn’t hear one another, the sun was baking hot, everything was ‘difficult’ and yet the audience received the whole event with a gratitude bordering upon rapture. Ronnie appeared, and it was as if each successive Stone was smaller than his predecessor. Everybody laughed when i said that the Rolling Stones were the only band I had ever worked with that were to a man shorter than me !

Ronnie wobbled towards me in his bright green-suede shoes and we laughed about the lyric originally being green-suede shoes but how it sounded naff and was changed to blue. He put down his drink on the floor between his feet and leant dangerously forward and gave me a hug remaining remarkably careful not to kick over the drink and then wandered off to who knows where. Keith was friendliness personified and we talked of people who had worked with him in the past, notably Tony Funches and Phil Kaufman, and Keith remembered them both clearly and demonstrated it by relating anecdotes covering both of the men. I was impressed. He looked fabulous. We are the same age and Keith looked as healthy as I have ever seen him, and more than that, he looked blissfuly happy. He told me he had six grandchildren and we spoke of his son Marlon who’s a long-distance friend of mine. Amiable, content, warm and gracious, erudite with a memory as sharp as ever, Keith was in the kind of shape that would make every one of his fans radiant with happiness and so pleased that he was obviously healthy and well. As we left he told my sons “look after the old @#$%&” which was what I had done for him so many years before.

We wandered back to Charlie’s and lounged about whilst Charlie held his drum sticks and did some desultory warm ups. I stepped outside to chat quietly with Mick Taylor and the years rolled away. He wanted contact details and we exchanged E Mails and he told me how much it meant to him to be back in action and involved with The Stones. I felt so happy to be talking to him and we remembered a conversation we had back in the sixties about the difference between a road manager and a tour manager! We laughed and Mick once again told my sons as they emerged that I had named the band “the greatest” and we all giggled at the absurdity of it all. We left him puffing furiously on his cigarette in a room full of young ladies - so that was where they all were! Having a fag with Mick ! Charlie was talking to Jeff Thompson a famous Australian cricketer, Keith was getting ready, it was time to head up to the auditorium, and to smiles and with hugs all round we departed to find our seats and enjoy the show.

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GETTING THRU THE BUCKET LIST - GOING TO SEE THE ROLLING STONES:

PART TWO:

Having been 'generously feted' with my sons backstage by the Rolling Stones, I must admit I needed to sit down, take a deep breath, gather what was left of my senses, and generally 'get it together'. I was more or less hornswoggled, and very slightly dizzy. My two strapping sons escorted the poor old fella (me) down into the bowels of the huge auditorium to our seats that were spectacularly close to the front - if they had been any closer we'd have been on stage! We were right against the barrier surrounding the walkway down which Mick would later prance his dance, and I was amused by the security as we sat down who instructed me and my sons (and some rather plump ladies) not on any account to mount the barricades. I mean! Who did they think we were? Revolutionaries? The audience that were closest to me looked barely capable of crossing a road, and the thought of them attempting to jump the barricade was patently absurd. Still, fair enough, middle-aged women have been known to do the most unlikely things when Mick is close by, though the high jump (I doubt) is one of them! We settled down. I regained my equilibrium. My sons went to the toilets to get rid of all the free beer they'd consumed. I looked around. Needless to say there wasn't an empty seat in the house. The show was about to begin. My sons returned in the nick of time.

A man came out on stage, and at ear-splitting volume he screamed into the microphone, The Rolling Stones! The place went nuts, I sneered to myself at the amateur introduction that sounded like the pearly scream of an overly excited schoolgirl, and before any further thought was possible the band launched into a particularly ragged beginning to Jumping Jack Flash. Jumping Jack Crash more like it I giggled to myself, but no matter, The Stones were here, on stage, in front of us all, and what Samuel Taylor Coleridge called "the willing suspension of disbelief" kicked in with a happy vengeance.

Who cares if it’s slightly wonky, who cares if it's struggling to get going? It's The Rolling Stones and we love them I could feel thousands of people saying to themselves, as a positive wave of generosity swept from the audience to the stage engulfing the musicians in joyful gratitude for their very presence. The audience were all smiling, the musicians were all smiling, hell even I was smiling! The beginning of the show felt like a form of mass inoculation where we were all once again protected from the cares of the world (if only for an evening) by a big shot of the medicine that is rock and roll.

Before I could get too analytical The Stones launched into It’s Only Rock n Roll and it was a perfect reminder that this is happy escapism writ large – it’s fun, it aint that serious, and yes we like it, yes we do! I studied Mick’s face in glorious color on the video screen – he looked a little unwell to me. A trifle stressed, but then that goes with the territory – it’s a stressful job being someone like Mick. Before going on stage he isolates himself for several hours, sees no-one, and does the things that all singers have to do, namely warm ups (the voice is a muscle and needs to be cared for) and that search for the energy which is a necessary part and parcel of being a world famous entertainer. For years I have had my differences with him but I have never failed to admire him – he is a giant amongst contemporary artists and where he gets the energy from is beyond me.

Mick strutted around on the stage, cajoling the troops and encouraging everyone and The Stones lumbered into You Got Me Rocking and they were actually doing some rocking! Keith kept punching the air triumphantly and blocking out massively overpowering chords and grinning at Ronnie, whilst the impish Ronnie blasted away quite happily with a fag between his lips. (That’s a cigarette for you Americans reading this!)

By the time they hit Tumbling Dice the band was together and sounding hot with the guitars at blistering volume and the keyboards cutting through everything and driving it crisply forward. Then Mick, in a slightly unconvincing explanation, announced that ‘the audience’ had chosen for the band to perform Silver Train, and off they went out of the station and I was happy as Larry. I have never heard them perform it live and whilst it was ragged it was wonderful, made more so by the presence of Mick Taylor invited on stage to add to the overall scrunching levels of the guitars. It was, needless to say, deafening!

Bitch, and Paint it Black, rolled around the auditorium making me feel slightly dizzy, and with my sons exhorting me to “get up and shake my bootie”, I confess to feeling a trifle drained. Then the magic opening chords of Honkey Tonk Woman electrified the building, re-energized me, and off we went with the whole audience merrily joining in the chorus and band and everyone else grinning happily. I have never seen the Stones look so happy, feel so happy, and make it so obvious to one and all that they were genuinely having a ball.

Mick departed the stage and Keith stepped forward to the microphone to thunderous applause and we were treated to You Got The Silver – Keith really is loved by the fans, and sings with a soulfulness that belies his sometimes overly cynical public persona. Feeling and warmth oozed from his vocals and he seemed genuinely gratified by the response he got. Keith, beneath it all, is actually a humble and decent guy, who never takes anything for granted, his smile when the audience applauded wildly was a million miles wide. His three songs were really special and the audience and band showered him with well -deserved affection. He reciprocated (again) with monumental grins and backslapping and hugs all round and it was obvious he was having a wonderful time.

Meanwhile, the enigmatic and ever-stylish Mr. Charlie Watts sat behind his diminutive drum set smiling ever so slightly at one and all and supervising the proceedings with that air of quiet authority that comes from long years of not only being the reliable anchor for the music but equally the foundation upon which the whole edifice of the Rolling Stones rests. One can just see Charlie as the person in the outfit to whom the others turn in times of need – he has about him that certitude of the inherently good person, of the noble and the fine. It is so obvious that all the guys in the band not only love Charlie but rely heavily on him on so many levels, and as he plays you can see him giving subtle encouragement to his mates with a slight inclination of his head, a shy smile, and even to Keith at one stage a shit-eating grin as they brought a number to a miraculously coordinated halt.

Sir Michael arrived back on stage and the band went into as raunchy a version of Midnight Rambler as I have ever heard, with Mick sportingly inviting Mick Taylor up on stage. The Stones with three guitar players chugging along sounded as tight as a duck’s bum. Everyone knows a duck’s bum is watertight! Mick (the knight of the realm) seems to have cut back on the ‘theatricals’ in Rambler, and did a harp duet with Mick ‘Lord’ Taylor that would have rocked the aristocracy to its almost withered roots. It was stunning, with Mick blowing the harp and staring into his guitar player’s eyes with something that looked like adoration. He too cracked a smile as wide as the Nile when the collaboration ended and he resumed his front man duties, and M.T. simply returned to playing with the air of a man that CAN get some satisfaction.

Gimme Shelter shone with a rare distinction aided by Lisa Fischer’s belting and impassioned vocals. I remembered being in Los Angeles and hearing Merry Clayton sing the vocals as an overdub some forty six years ago, and to hear a woman of equal vocal dynamism backing Mick in a live venue was a treat that I’ll never forget. All the sense of impending disaster and of potential doom inherent in the song’s lyrics were emphasized with a frightening passion – one thing the Rolling Stones have learnt is that “it’s just a shot away”. The dividing line between success and catastrophe is indeed a fine line, sometimes so fine as to be virtually invisible.

The music rolled on, the years slipped away. Between Chuck Leavel on keyboards and Charlie on the drums this very special rhythm and blues band were as tight and purposeful as any I have ever heard. It was a masterful performance. Brown Sugar and Satisfaction were my particular favorites, but then I loved it all. For all those who sneer at Keith and Ronnie’s relative skills on guitar all I can say is that you should have witnessed THIS performance. Ronnie’s slide guitar work on Midnight Rambler, Keith on Honky Tonk Woman and Gimme Shelter, were as good as I have ever heard them. Mick Taylor was sublime, and it was noticeable that whenever he was on stage everyone ever so slightly ‘lifted the game’.

To borrow and slightly change a phrase of Picasso’s (referring to painting) I have to say that, “Talking about music is like dancing about Architecture”. You had to have been at this particular gig to dig where the music was coming from. To summarize this is what I reckon. I have never seen the musicians looking healthier or happier or sounding better. It was a highlight of my life to have heard the concert and to have been able to introduce my sons to the band. (Thanks Charlie for arranging things). This ‘report’ would have been posted sooner but for the fact that today was my son’s High School graduation ceremony. Now how many sons can say they met the Rolling Stones AND graduated from High School all in the same week? And how many fathers can say they attended those two events and feel so grateful that they’re no longer sure as to whether they’re coming or going? As that other wonderful band used to say: “what a long strange trip it’s been!”

Sam's account is truly wonderful stuff.

If you want to read his book about his time with The Rolling Stones (and more), then go to www.samcutler.org and buy a copy.

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Captain Corella
60 Years a Fan

Fantastic!!!!

I'm glad he liked the show!

His review is pretty much what many people have said all along on this tour, on this leg in particular, many not as well, perhaps. That's great that he had a chance to talk to Mick Taylor and how good MT feels about being back onstage with the band. Nice about his sons experiences too.

~"Love is Strong"~

Yes, that was a great read, thanks for posting Lapaz.

I note that he mentioned how happy MT was to be a part of it all again and I liked hearing that.

I do hope they expand his role in the future.

That was fantastic,thanks to Sam Cutler for a great read,thanks Lapaz62 for posting.

Thanks so much for posting that! What a wonderful read and very interesting. Nice to see them as a family. They've been through a lot through the years and good to see old friends being fondly welcomed.

That was a great story. Excellent write-up by Sam. Loved every detail. Keith even mentions Tony Funches! And of course all of the MT stuff. Just great.

Sam's book is full of incredible details, just like this story. I highly recommend it.

That was fine stuff. Sam really nailed it with his well thought out words. His description of the concert was great, I could feel the good vibes just reading about the show.

His phrase "Talking about music is like dancing about Architecture' had me thinking that Sam must dance to Architecture pretty damn well. peace

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His phrase "Talking about music is like dancing about Architecture' had me thinking that Sam must dance to Architecture pretty damn well. peace

Sam's attribution to Picasso may be wrong. Wikipedia's version is that Elvis Costello credits Martin Mull with it [en.wikipedia.org] . More research brings up [quoteinvestigator.com] where the template goes back to 1918.

Useful phrase, but its origin is a bit murky.

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Great stuff by Sam and big thanks to La Paz62 for posting.

Gotta thank Charlie as well for inviting Sam and his sons to the show.

He has certainly got a big heart.

A wonderful read that hits so many points made here on occasion. I like the "extremes" gloomy before/so happy during and after, Keith unsteady/great shape. I think he does get carried away about Keith's playing in GS vs say the B2B tour, but when you're caught in the moment that's what it sounds like ;-)

For some reason I had missed the part about MT saying he was happy to be back in action, thanks for pointing it out in the comments.

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I remembered being in Los Angeles and hearing Merry Clayton sing the vocals as an overdub some forty six years ago, and to hear a woman of equal vocal dynamism backing Mick in a live venue was a treat that I’ll never forget.

WOW!

That was a helluva good read!

Oh man, what a wonderful review. I enjoyed reading 'part one' the other day and the backstage build up to the gig itself but having read 'part two'.....superb! I couldn't help but smile at : "A man came out on stage, and at ear-splitting volume he screamed into the microphone, The Rolling Stones! The place went nuts, I sneered to myself at the amateur introduction..."

Sam's book will be on my Christmas wish list........!

Poor old Matt Clifford.

Great read!

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I remembered being in Los Angeles and hearing Merry Clayton sing the vocals as an overdub some forty six years ago, and to hear a woman of equal vocal dynamism backing Mick in a live venue was a treat that I’ll never forget.

WOW!

my reaction, as well, SD

I'm guessing the Glimmers have invited Ms. Clayton to recent shows..that would be interesting to read a similar account from her if she's reconnected with the band, at all..

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Poor old Matt Clifford.

I was wondering about Matt too but I haven't seen him come on stage to announce the Stones?

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I remembered being in Los Angeles and hearing Merry Clayton sing the vocals as an overdub some forty six years ago, and to hear a woman of equal vocal dynamism backing Mick in a live venue was a treat that I’ll never forget.

WOW!

my reaction, as well, SD

I'm guessing the Glimmers have invited Ms. Clayton to recent shows..that would be interesting to read a similar account from her if she's reconnected with the band, at all..

Can you imagine being there at the moment that Merry Clayon sung those incredible vocals for one of the most incendiary and mind blowing rock songs of all time? I'm getting goosebumps just thinking about it.

I was waiting for the meeting with Sir Mick and Sam and his boys. I take it that Sir Mick have no involvement with the other Stones. Kind of sad that this is really all a business relationship for him.

Great reads, full of sincere reverence and joy and seeing the Stones again. Cutler comes across as a real fan even though he was an associate (from years back).

I read this the other day on his page and it struck me how isolated they have become backstage...really in Keith's room it's Keith, Patti, and Jane Rose...that's it. And Mick doesn't seem to socialize with anyone at all.

yeah, apparently Mick Jagger has developed a pre-show routine that works for him.

he's got to do what he knows will work, and that benefits the show which benefits all concerned. I still (probably naively) believe he does a lot more socially with the band than the reports we get indicate. and if he limits his contact with Keith, its understandable.

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Poor old Matt Clifford.

I was wondering about Matt too but I haven't seen him come on stage to announce the Stones?

I was thinking that as well.

You just hear Matts' announcement ,but Matt is not actually on stage at the time.

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I was waiting for the meeting with Sir Mick and Sam and his boys. I take it that Sir Mick have no involvement with the other Stones. Kind of sad that this is really all a business relationship for him.

Remember that in paragraph 4 of part 2 Sam wrote of Jagger: "it’s a stressful job being someone like Mick. Before going on stage he isolates himself for several hours, sees no-one, and does the things that all singers have to do, namely warm ups (the voice is a muscle and needs to be cared for) and that search for the energy which is a necessary part and parcel of being a world famous entertainer."

I imagine that Mick's pre-show routine doesn't vary much at all regardless of pre-show variables. While it may be possible for the others to hang out and receive guests right up until show-time, that's just not the case for Mick. While it may be sad that he misses out on some pre-show opportunities that the rest of the band are able to participate in, it's also very admirable that he's got the discipline and dedication to his craft that he's willing to make the personal sacrifices in his social life to be able to deliver what he requires from himself in his professional life.

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Mr DJA

From what my experiences were: There are all sorts of (business) things that has to be done for which they act as a band... So it's really not that from the moment he arrives until showtime he's in his dressing room. He socializes professionally you can say...but there's lots of moments he likes to do that.
Yes MJ does prepare himself. No one can do that for him so he takes time to prepare himself physically and mentally. Hmm, yes maybe even sexually...no, he used to do that a couple of hours after the show going to a club with BF and/or one of the heavy guys.
And things have to be checked with some of his assistents and he likes to do that because he cares a lot if they can produce something fantastic for their audience.