The Sun, The Moon And The Rolling Stones
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Date: August 1, 2024 00:28
It occurred to me, sitting on my porch, looking out at the disjointed landscape of my front yard, that the power of The Rolling Stones is set, in one way, yet evolved within that setting, of 1969 - their first true volume powered tour to the masses, with attitude, identity growing with every show, nuance that was a secret.
To be able to have volume and perform unabated.
Perfect example:
Jumpin' Jack Flash, from GIMME SHELTER (and GYYYO).
Keith Richards is The Sun - flaring out riffs to various degrees across the musicscape, playing with math, distorting it - distorting time; clumpy yet sex; daggers yet sheets. Burrowing yet flying.
The Moon is Bill Wyman - lurking, casting shadows that we don't know are there, ever changing yet consistent; seemingly standing still; the literal push and pull of tides (Charlie).
Mick is the space within and surrounding, the atmosphere and space, always fitting, even if it's bizarre.
Jumpin' Jack Flash from 1969 personifies this at its finest but the rest of the show, that tour, fits as well. How those songs rolled, vamped, redefined rhythm, like seeing mating deer in a field or hundreds of alligators in a bayou feasting and mating, the constant diving, rolling, dodging, a lunge of mass proportions - the brilliant existence of chaos in a confined space.
Never again would they have that hold on the Universe in that wholeness - yet would grasp it here and there: certain songs in 1972, 1973, 1975-76, 1978 and 1981/82 would equal that existence of playing with math (Honky Tonk Women, for one, between 1975 and 1981), the sonicscape, the sound sphere they rolled in, and ebb and flow of the tides created. The absolute heave and ho, while raunch filled the air.
By 1989 it was long gone, a whole different thing, and between the gleam and genius of 1968-1972, glimpses of that brilliance occasionally but bleached with precision. They would find occasional brilliance in the studio - the elegance of I Think I'm Going Mad, the swagger and roll of She Was Hot and Tie You Up, the slinkiness of Miss You and Emotional Rescue, the cold clammy dark dampness of Fingerprint File, the heartbreak of autumn with Memory Motel, the precise and delicate knitting of She's So Cold, the barrels of Hang Fire and Shattered, the cinder blocks and sinew of Love Is Strong and Slave, the smooth lumpiness of Neighbours, the absolute boogie and steam engine chug of Rocks Off, the madness and chaos of Lies, similar yet dirty Summer Romance, the dragging foot sex of Dance, the gutter of Down In The Hole, the lumber of Dancing With Mr D, the threads being torn apart yet not completely with Tumbling Dice.
Brian Jones, Mick Taylor and Ronnie Wood fill in, fly in, occupying with melody, with movement, searing and tearing, chiming and glowing, resounding and bouncing.
There are other bands that have their sound and feel - The Beatles, The Who, Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, Black Sabbath, AC/DC, Queen, The Cult, The Police, U2, Pearl Jam, Soundgarden, Nirvana, STP, Drive-By Truckers, Men At Work, The Bang, Neville Brothers, Little Feat, Allman Brothers... loads of others, so many others. All great and fantastically successful in what they do (did) - but not with such primal urgency as The Rolling Stones.
Some moments equal to. Why not? They're all great at what they do and have great songs and fantastic live performances. And just like The Rolling Stones, not all the time, ha ha.
If there was ever some kind of award for screwing up, The Rolling Stones would win it.
Not one of those bands, or any artists (Bob Dylan, Prince, Frank Sinatra etc) have ever had a time of complete all powerful existence within the rhythm of the Earth via music that made people question their existence, changed the way they feel their spine, and view the future with doom or exuberance.
Zeppelin came close but, not dismissing Led Zeppelin by any means, but perhaps their rumble was too long - The Rolling Stones were concise. Other artists had moments but never really kept it going to a certain level (my opinion).
The latter years of the Stones, say 1986 onward... anything really striking? For some people, yes - good and bad.
I get absolute joy out of quite a few songs post 1983 - but it's not summoned in any similar way as to pre-1986. I hold UNDERCOVER in high regard because of a number of things, it was my time of coming in on my own, one being they were expanding, Keith had dialed in some sounds he worked on with SG and ER, Mick's singing, backing vocals, had reached perfection, which really started to peak with EMOTIONAL RESCUE, absolutely magnificent backing vocals on U, with the band still maintaining a bluesy sound when necessary; Ronnie hadn't gone ape too much, Bill and Charlie were tighter than welding, and the dip into the now was full on (Too Much Blood), it wasn't uncertain, hopeful and dirty like Miss You and Emotional Rescue - safe songs of the now at the time.
Too Much Blood went way over the banks and flooded the entire landscape - and it's awesome. You'll notice they never did anything like it again. It never made any hits comps but it's still really something out there different.
After U, it's a bit of a mess yet clean: they never returned to being outright inventive or daring, dirty or messy.
I'm not talking about success on the charts or copies sold - simply the culture and nature of The Rolling Stones. They evolved. Can't stay in 1969 or 1972 forever.
HACKNEY DIAMONDS revealed, after many songs were recorded and Charlie died... that they still indeed have it - it's just now, it's different, it's not 1969 or 1978.
But 1969 - and extended through 1973?
Absolute definition of rock'n'roll.