Friday, May 13, 2011

Musical Interlude ~Memory Motel Montage

Yeah,  some days I like the Stones still.  Old habits die hard. 

This is a live performance video montage from the No Security tour, 1997; the Rolling Stones with Dave Mathews on supporting vocals.

 The Memory Motel--it's on the ocean, I guess you know it well.






...every woman seemed to fade out of my mind
I hit the bottom and I hit the second time..


That quote should make it evident that Keith Richards  co-wrote the song above. He's generally portrayed in popular  culture as a clownish figure of fun and wastrel drug addict. He may be all of that, and more, but the fact remains that not only is he the sodden inspiration for Cap'n Jack Sparrow, but the self-effacing backbone guitar and musical leader of the band, and the writer behind every song that powered the Stones (in conjunction with the equally talented but rather more...flamboyant Jagger, of course.)  From wikipedia: "Richards has frequently stated that he feels less like a creator than a conduit when writing songs: 'I don't have that God aspect about it. I prefer to think of myself as an antenna. There's only one song, and Adam and Eve wrote it; the rest is a variation on a theme."


The song below shows what kind of juice the man has as a songwriter, I think. From the 1969 album, Let it Bleed: You Got The Silver

hey babe, what's in your eyes? I saw them flashing
like airplane lights..

17 comments:

  1. I certainly appreciate the second video, but that first one is amazing and was such a treat that all I can say is thankyouthankyouthankyouverymuch.

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  2. Hey, glad you dug it. It's one of my personal favorites as well.

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  3. I think Lydia liked it! Just a guess. ;-)

    i think you use voodoo to post the vids because it simply will not work for me anymore. :-(

    Blogger doesn't want to let Fireblossom sign in, so you get me. Deal, woman! LOL.

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  4. July 27th, 1979 saw the Stones in Oakland. Last Rock and Roll show I ever went to.

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  5. Great songs, and great introspection on Richards. It was Keith who said one' of my favorite bignight music lines: "Nothing interesting happens where the light is too bright." I think his ability to keep on keepin' on as long as he was plugged into a rhythm guitar that earned the band the handle The Strolling Bones. He looks like Skeletor but still plays like Muddy Waters -- chugging downstream with life's effluvia and abandonment. There's a weird rail musicians can plug into when they're strung out there high on whatever: dunno where it comes from but its surely there, and Richards is one of its archangels. - Brendan

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  6. nice. like me some stones...was watching a pretty funny documentary the other with richards in it...

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  7. yo hedge...bloggers catching up but did not want to miss the opportunity to say...have a great weekend!

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  8. Thanks for bringing Keith back out from the oblivion of The Cloud which settled over Blogger for the past few days. If the Memory Motel is by the sea, then perhaps Richards is the Ancient Mariner, his deal with devil of the blues damning him to a three-chorded eternity. Interesting parallel between Richards and Captain Jack Sparrow, I get it -- the eye liner, the ear hardware, the eyes like primal coals -- and a fuselage of wrinkles and wear, scars and tats, a life so long at sea ithat there's only, always, the song, that which no shore, no woman, no retirement, no gallonage of Rebel Yell will ever requite or master, much less slake. Play on, Tumblin' Dice, Howling Woofer, Midnight Rambler, Strollin' Bone. - Brendan

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  9. Yeah, I think as the sailor's only home is the sea, that's the song for Keith. I've read some of the older bios of him--a very troubled life, yet an extremely creative one. (He was a choirboy who sang before Queen Liz in his first incarnation)But never too high to play, and in that clip above, you see the joy of life, not the defeat of addiction, shining out. He's the force that's gottne the old Bones out on the road or into the studio every time in the last two decades. That long party where it all comes from is not a place too many of us could or would want to live, but then neither is the cold mistress sea. (RE: Sparrow--that wasn't just an observation I probably wouldn't have had the insight to make, but something Depp said about basing the character on his mannerisms--not to mention the cameos Kieth's played as his father in the films.)

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  10. haven't listened rolling stones for a long time..enjoyed this and wishing you a lovely weekend

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  11. Thanks Hedge. I still like 'em too, sometimes very much. Cheers.

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  12. Dearest witch of the verdant hedge,

    from the ages of 16 to 18 I played only Stones casssettes in my little boom box.

    Then at 19 I mysteriously added Janis Joplin, Dylan, ELO and many many more. Alice Cooper and Boston.

    I cried when I saw Keith Richard's potrait in Annie Lebowitz' big book. Maybe it was the mood I was in that day but when I saw that leathery icon among all his books I was touched that maybe he was actually human.

    I assume Leonard Cohen may be a mere mortal too.

    Xxoo

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  13. Cool ... Have a great weekend!

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  14. happy weekend.

    check out short story slam and make a submission today.

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  15. so did the little run you ragged...ha.

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  16. This must be the blogger lost post because I remember responding on it.

    July 27th, 1979 saw the stones in Oakland Colosseum. Last crowd I was in larger than a couple of hundred. Last R&R show I ever went to.

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  17. I saw them in '66 in Chicago, at the Arie Crown Theatre, a venue that burned down shortly thereafter to be redesigned many times. It was a relatively small venue--5,000 seats, and we were on the 15th row. Brian Jones was still alive back then, and the boys were a lot more stony than bony. What a trip.

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