Yail Bloor Wrote:
I JUST DON'T HAVE THAT MUCH JAM
There are days when I think this is 3rd best Stones album after SF and Exile.
This is the one that started me down this crazy train road. Anyone thinking that this doesn't represent a peak in their career is imposing some kind of personal bias brought on by believing The Clash and The Sex Pistols' malarky about bands like The STones and the Who being dinosaurs.
This fucker is a MONSTER. Miss You is a sop to Mick's disco obsession. When the Whip Comes down is as fine an ode to being a teenage male prostie as Marky Ramone could have imagined, and they continue with their Motown jones and cover The Temps again. Then you get to the meat:
"Why'd you name the album Some Girls?"
"Because we couldn't remember any of their fucking names"
Lies is just a straight ahead rocker, and you get Keef on rhythm and hear what Ronnie ads - workman like guitar to a working band.
Far Away Eyes is often mocked as Schlock-Country, but I find their take on this to be enjoyable, especially the "Church of the Sacred, Bleeding Heart"
Respectable is a fuck you to the world, that Mick would sing "Get out of my life, don't fuck my wife" during his divorce gets a chuckle out of me. "You're a rag trade girl, you're the queen of porn - You're the easiest lay on the white house lawn - get out of my life, don't come back."
Before They Make Me Run is the soundtrack to every move I've ever made, and every change you can make in your life. "Booze and pills and powders, you can choose your medicine. It's just another goodbye to another good friend."
Beast of Burden, like Street Fighting Man, is one of the few Stones songs that everyone seems to love that sets my teeth on edge. Not a big fan.
And then you have Shattered -- New York in the 70s. Edgy, drugged out, Reggie Jackson, Summer of Sam, Disco, cocaine and SEX AND SEX AND SEX AND SEX.
Fuck. Yes.
I won't argue that this is pretty much the last of the finest - they're 15 years into a 50 year career - and they certainly have some great songs, but aside from the re-tooled outtakes collection of Tattoo You, this is the last great ALBUM they would release.
And now, we get to the denouement. Bring me a Vodka and Orange Crush and an 8 ball. I quit drinking Brown Liquor and stopped shooting Brown Drugs.
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Throughout his life, from childhood until death, he was beset by severe swings of mood. His depressions frequently encouraged, and were exacerbated by, his various vices. His character mixed a superficial Enlightenment sensibility for reason and taste with a genuine and somewhat Romantic love of the sublime and a propensity for occasionally puerile whimsy.
harry Wrote:
I understand that you, of all people, know this crisis and, in your own way, are working to address it. You, the madras-pantsed julip-sipping Southern cracker and me, the oldman hippie California fruit cake are brothers in the struggle to save our country.
FT Wrote:
LooGAR (the straw that stirs the drink)