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The recent reissue of the Rolling Stones’ classic “Exile on Main St.” made me nostalgic for the days when a new Stones album was something worth arguing about…

Beatles or Stones? It’s one of those big questions – Republican or Democrat, paper or plastic, roll from top or roll from bottom – that supposedly reveal the very essence of your personality. And don’t believe those folks who say “I simply can’t choose between the Beatles and the Stones… they’re both so vital and important.” That simply proves that the person you’re talking to is a) full of shit; b) an inveterate fence-straddler; or c) both.

Put me in the Stones column. Don’t get me wrong – like every other kid on the block, I couldn’t resist the many charms of the Fab Four. I remember sitting on the family room floor with my older brothers and sister, watching the Beatles’ first appearance on the Ed Sullivan Show in 1964. Can’t say I fully understood what was going on, but judging from the near-psychotic reaction of my siblings, I got the sense that things would never be the same.

Dave Clark FiveBut I took a certain amount of pride in telling everyone that I preferred The Dave Clark Five. The band was named after a drummer who played like a caveman, for chrissakes! And I loved the big, stomping, four-on-the-floor beat of their hits Glad All Over and Bits and Pieces… not to mention their singer, Mike Smith (everyman name, everyman voice), who sounded like he’d been thrown out of the Beatles for bad behavior. So maybe the stage had already been set to embrace the sheer, decadent glory of the Rolling Stones.

Although my older brothers eventually became blues hounds and Dylan freaks, they certainly could appreciate the Beatles’ evolution from cute popsters to acid-fueled poets. I distinctly recall one bizarre conversation at the kitchen table that involved Jack and James deconstructing the lyrics to I Am The Walrus. I think they somehow discovered the true meaning of “yellow matter custard dripping from a dead dog’s eye”… only to forget it a few minutes later.

But it was just this sort of blowhardian (is that a word?) nonsense that made me realize I needed the rock ‘n roll equivalent of Muddy Waters and Jimmy Reed in my life. Leave the free word association to the experts, like Allen Ginsberg and Norm Crosby. Give me the primal poetry of Keith Richards’ grinding rhythms: Can’t You Hear Me Knocking

Keep in mind, the album from whence this awesome riffage sprang – “Sticky Fingers” – was recorded the same year that the Beatles finally went down in flames, following several years of sonic excess (e.g. “Sgt Pepper’s”… sure, it was mind-blowing when it first came out, but has anyone listened to it lately?) and other forms of self-indulgence (Number 9, anyone?). Thankfully, they woke up in time to record one minor masterpiece, “Abbey Road,” in ’69… and that was pretty much it, unless you count “Let It Be” (not me).  Before long, Paul had turned into the British dance hall dandy he always wanted to be, crooning strange odes to Uncle Albert and other misguided dreck.

Rolling Stones, Akron Rubber BowlBack to the Stones… At the tender age of 16, I attended my first Rolling Stones concert – at Akron’s unfortunately named Rubber Bowl. I couldn’t believe my parents let me go. Maybe I’d convinced them I was going to watch late-night soap box derby races at the adjacent Derby Downs. It’s hard for me to remember much of what happened on July 11, 1972. I recall enjoying Stevie Wonder’s opening set, until police in riot gear tried to make an arrest on the field (they had to beat a retreat under a shower of flying debris). Then I made my way close to the front of the stage, where I watched what seemed like a sloppy, drug-addled performance of songs from the Stones’ sloppy, drug-addled masterpiece, “Exile on Main St.,” which was released in May of that year. When I first saw the apocalyptic action film “Mad Max” some 10 years later, it reminded me of the Rubber Bowl at the end of the Stones concert – zombie bikers with hollow eyes, stray dogs roaming nearby, small fires burning everywhere… OK, I’m exaggerating (just a little).

The relative letdown of seeing the Stones live didn’t stop me from wearing out my copy of “Exile” that year, just as I did with “Sticky Fingers” the previous year. I couldn’t get enough of the thick, sweaty groove that Charlie Watts and company laid down on this one – a blues that had something to do with the lack of ventilation in the basement of Richards’ vacation rental in southern France, where most of “Exile” was recorded… Ventilator Blues

From a creative standpoint, things seemed to go downhill for the Stones after “Exile.” And the next time their roadshow hit the area – ’75 in Cleveland – my college friends had to drag me to see them. I’m glad they did. They were in great form, much better than the Rubber Bowl show. Although guitarist Mick Taylor was gone, they’d added Ronnie Wood and brought along both Billy Preston and Ian Stewart on keyboards. Preston was amazing… he had scored huge hits over the previous three years with Outa-Space, Will It Go Round In Circles and Nothing From Nothing. So we were more excited about seeing him than the Stones.

Sonny RollinsJagger and the boys regained some relevance in ’78 with “Some Girls”… and any band that hires jazz sax legend Sonny Rollins as a guest artist (“Tattoo You” from ‘81) gets a lifetime pass in my book. But I have to admit, I haven’t paid much attention to them since then, except for the occasional remastering of their classic stuff from ’63 to ’72.

I don’t even mind some of the revisionist experiments that Jagger conducted on the bonus tracks from “Exile.” What’s not to like about this one? I’m Not Signifying

But mainly, the “Exile” reissue sent me back to some of my favorite cuts prior to ’72 – including a few of the tunes they recorded as unabashed imitators of their beloved Chicago blues idols. Here’s just a short list of some of the stuff I’ve been digging into from their back catalog…

It used to bother me that the Stones started out as a second-rate blues cover band. Now I can’t help but admire how ballsy these guys were, barely reworking tunes by Muddy Waters and Howlin’ Wolf. Don’t play Muddy’s original right after listening to this one… it would only ruin the moment. I Just Want To Make Love To You

A hidden gem from 1964’s “12 x 5.” This is one of those quintessential Sixties rock songs that make you picture a gang of teenage punks hanging out in someone’s dingy basement rec room – swilling Blatz beer, smoking cigars, shooting pool, busting each others’ chops… No self-respecting jukebox should be without this tune. Congratulations

Anyone who was surprised by the punk-rock attitude of the Stones’ 1978 comeback album, “Some Girls,” obviously never heard this number from “Got Live If You Want It!” A collection of small-club recordings from ’66, “Got Live” is far from essential. But their cover of the Bobby Troup classic has an undeniable edge… I’m guessing subtlety wasn’t a strong point of their mid-’60s shows. Route 66

If the Stones had disbanded right after recording this song, they’d still be considered legends of rock – and the tune’s signature riff remains Brian Jones’ greatest contribution to the form. The Last Time

I love the fuzzed-out bass that opens this very obvious tribute to the home of Chess Records, where this song was recorded in ’64. I’ve heard people say that Jagger’s a poseur… thought that a few times myself… also enjoyed the “rooster on acid” parodies… then I listen to his harp-playing on this tune and give the man his due. 2120 South Michigan Avenue

From “Beggar’s Banquet” – 1968. This may be the most underrated song in the Stones’ catalog. The opening sounds like something The Black Keys would be proud of. Then it builds into this glorious noise of scratching guitars and Jagger’s perfect howls… It’s no capital crime, but it’s still dangerous. Stray Cat Blues

We’ll end where we started – with Keith Richards playing rhythm, the way God and Chuck Berry intended. Listen to how this song breaks down to the brutal riff that kicks it off… then hear Richards answer himself with some tasty slide. Sorry, Beatles fans. This is why the Stones once ruled the world. Monkey Man

Rolling Stones, Rubber Bowl ticket

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  • Danny H

    We all knew this was coming Bone, glad you are on the Stone’s side. After hearing King Bee it was really hard to listen to the Beatles holding hands. Thanks for some tasty tunage.

  • kevin swan

    Beggar’s in ’68, Bleed in ’69, Sticky in ’71, Exile in ’72: you’d be hard-pressed to find any other four-album run to top that, and every one as listenable today as then.

    (One minor point: That slide on “Monkey Man” is an uncredited Ry Cooder. I’d bet my Micawber 5-string open-G-tuned Telecaster on it. Ry’s playing is all over Let It Bleed, but they only gave him his due on mandolin on “Love In Vain,” even though that’s HIS slide guitar on that one, too!)

  • admin

    Danny, my theory at the time was that the Stones toured really well in support of the shitty albums, and didn’t have much to give for the great ones. I intend to have our research team validate this as soon as they get back from the Polymer Festival.

  • Mary

    To Tim: I am now, and finally, won over by the Stones.
    From Mary: a perennial lover of ‘holding hands’ music.

  • Jack


    John Lennon was messing with our minds. He was trying to out Dylan Dylan by passing off nonsense as profundity. The dead dog’s eye line was just one of those gruesome British nursery rhymes. I’m glad we quickly forgot the “true meaning” that we discovered at the kitchen table.

  • Johnny G

    The Stones may win the day in one sense because they came out of a blues tradition and as such their music had a more ballsy approach than the early pop of the Beatles. And yea, they have been around longer now. BUT… I can’t think of another rock band in all of rock history that so dramatically changed their style and message, and still remained not only popular but relevant. So, I guess my vote goes to the Boys from Liverpool.

  • admin

    Jack, I guess I was hoping there was much more to it than that… I really thought you guys had cracked the code.

  • Mary

    Stand your ground, Johnny!

  • Nik Drake

    Essentially, I think the stones have aged better (not physically…) because their music came from the blues and feels earthier and more primal than the beatles. They have the groove and the beatles will always be a little bit square. I think i read somewhere that either Bo or Chuck said the stones smply had “it” and the beatles didn’t. However… for my money, the beatle’s albums were way more consistant and they wrote technically better songs. I always liked their early stuff like “twist and shout” when John’s voice is just so raw. their pschadelic stuff puts me off a little as it sounds like toy music like a lot of the who’s and the door’s crappier output…

  • admin

    With all the recent reissues, I’ve been digging into a lot of the pre-Magical Mystery Tour Beatles. Those songs have that perfect mix of soul and sophistication — thousands of indie bands are still trying to crack that code (and failing miserably, if you ask me). And I agree, the passing of time has not been kind to Sgt. Pepper’s. I never stop and think, boy, I’d love to hear Mr. Kite today!

  • Mayor of Melonville

    @Johnny G: you state the Stones came out of a “blues tradition”…how is that? The tradition in England at the time was Lonnie Donegan and skiffle music. And the Stones certainly embraced more musical genres than the addled Beatles. Listen to the Jamaican riffs, attempts at punk, rootsy blues, etc. You’re way off base.

  • jim/thejaker

    Check out Raised on the Beatles and Stones I think you will like it

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