
A picture is worth a thousand words. May I add a few words to go alongside the thousand evoked by this remarkable photograph? The man behind the camera had just managed a tour by The Beatles and, at their recommendation, found himself managing a tour by this lesser known act. The gentleman on the right wrote the most famous guitar riff in rock n roll history that day. Two years later, he would steal his companion's girlfriend and later write this remorseless song about the whole affair. The gentleman on the left, unable even to get his finger gesture correct, managed in his short life to father children with five different women and make the friend to his left appear as a choir boy in comparison. Shortly after getting kicked out of the band he founded for taking performance inhibiting drugs, he was found at the botton of his swimming pool. Less happy is the fate of the background structure. It now serves as the headquarters of the Church of Scientology.
If offered as a choice, what would most do given one's quandary to either be able to live ten of the best years of Keith Richards' life or live their own?
My own. The Stones suck.
I could not recognize the men in the picture even after listening to the first few chords of the songs, although I will trust you that they are or were part of the Rolling Stones. When you said the "most famous guitar riff" I thought you were referrign to this bass line and fantastic song of my youth...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M8BxbdQqMRE
Dan, when you blog on music, I have often have no idea what you're talking about. I don't even know what the Beetles look like.
Nonetheless, the fate of the background structure had me cracking up.
PS. Thanks for your reply on conservatism as an ideology. I'd definitely enjoy an elaboration, but if not, what you kindly did will suffice.
I don't know, ten years of opulent living and some very heavy sex, drugs and rock and roll might last me a lifetime.
For more information about the "gentleman" on the left...http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brian_Jones



