The chronicles of Ruin, continued.
Call me Ishmael said....intelligence is knowing what to do when you don't know what to do.
Anonymous said... When I don't know what to do,I come here.
10 September 2009 22:59
Not bad for the old cunt. Am on a huge Beatles and early Stones jag (pre Exiles, their last record of note) at the moment; the Beatles stereo remixes are monstrous, and a return to Aftermath yesterday reminded me how much I adored them. And Exiles is one of the finest rock 'n roll records of all time. All down hill after that, with a few good thigh-slappers along the way. Love Keef to bits. Still. A role model for this old man in his youth, bless him.
That's what I thought, in fact, a bit better than not bad. So much of his tribute band stuff is rubbish and his recent outings have been dismal, he should stop; maybe it was the presence of George Martin and, Knopfler, I think, and others that kept this one going but baby I was amazed.Stealing My Heart and Start Me Up, don't amount to much in the years since Exile on Main Street but they're about it, I think, Stoneswise. If only they could have met another Ry Cooder to rip-off.I think, mr elby, that future musical historians will value the Beatles as sometimes-original artistes, the Stones as, for a few years, skilled exponents of that part of the blues known as urban. Odd, too, they might reflect, that the four most original and significant contributors to the Stones magic - Cooder, Jones, Taylor and Ian Stewart are all but airbrushed out of the Stone Age.
Thank you so much for that Ishmael.That truly brought tears to my eyes.I've written two items about The Beatles et al on my site, recently.love your site too!Di.
Thank you, too.
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