Showing posts with label Rolling Stones. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rolling Stones. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 24, 2017

There May Be A Quiz Later

Oh, but I really have nothing to discuss tonight except that I went to Costco with Lily and her children and then I stayed with them while Lily went to a parent-teacher conference with Owen's teacher and my chickens must be hiding their eggs because I am only getting about two a day and I was getting as many as eight and yes, I have lost two hens but still, the math is wrong and oh yeah, I made white bean chili for our supper.

Joe Cocker is being the back-door man and just fucked one of the hens and she fussed and ran back into the hen house and I know that Mick knows what he did and yet, he did not get off the roost and come and beak him.


And so what does that last sentence have to do with this picture? 

Once upon a time there was a rock band called the Rolling Stones and some said that it was the greatest rock band in history who, for better or for worse defined what a rock band should be and there is no doubt that when they were young, the boys in that band were considered to be some of the sexiest fellows in the entire world and redefined what sexy was in a way that's probably never been seen since. Say what you will- this is a true fact. 

Anyway, one of the boys, named Mick Jagger, had a girlfriend named Marianne Faithfull and she was the epitome of sweetness and beauty and she became famous not only for being Mick's girlfriend but also for recording a song called "As Tears Go By" which Mick and one of his band members named Keith Richards wrote. It was a beautiful romance and they were a beautiful couple and represented something of the time which was primal and true. 


There was a sense of innocence, even as the Rolling Stones made their names and fortune being the very opposite of innocence. 

At the same time, Keith Richards, who was the guitar player for the Rolling Stones had an equally beautiful girlfriend and her name was Anita Pallenberg. Anita's beauty was a different sort than Marianne's. A bit more dangerous, a bit sharper but she and Keith had children together and represented another sort of relationship and love. 


And as things will happen, one of the Rolling Stones seduced the girlfriend of the other and in retaliation (and probably desire and hormones and so forth) the cheated-on Rolling Stone seduced the girlfriend of the original seducer. 

Life happened. More children happened. Drug addictions happened. 
Marianne's songs went from something like this




to something like this




which is so soul-searing it still knocks me to my knees and takes my breath whenever I hear it.

And that picture above, of an old man toasting an old woman?

Well, that's the guitar player and the lead singer's girlfriend all these years later and what Keith Richards wrote on Facebook where he posted the picture was, "Loved seeing Marianne."
Oh, that smile on his face tells me that is true. He did love seeing Marianne.
Anita, whom I wrote about a while back, died in June of this year, but I am so glad to see Marianne looking very much alive and well.

Roosters and rock stars.
They have so much in common. In my yard, sometimes even names.

And there, my dears, you have your history AND biology lesson in one go.

Thank you for indulging me once again.

Love...Ms. Moon


Sunday, June 30, 2013

Devotion And Praise At The Church Of The Batshit Crazy

This Sunday's devotion just left me in tears.
I know. I'm a weepy little old thing. Can't help it.

My, my, but the hymns were fine in Glastonbury yesterday when the Stones took the stage for the first time ever at that sacred event. And if the sermon had a theme, I guess it would be that rock and roll will never die.

The old boys just got off a grueling tour and jetted over to play the festival and for Christ's sake, Jagger is going to be fucking SEVENTY YEARS OLD in less than a month and it's not just a miracle of the highest order that he can still move like that with his tiny snake body, his big boots, it's unbelievable that he can remember all the damn lyrics.
All of them. Charlie Watts. God. Maybe. Maybe he is.
And of course Keith whom I love with a sickness. Onstage he is joy personified. He is there, truly and really and I feel fairly certain that there is no place he'd rather be than there, playing with his mates, making people happy.
And Lord, they made the people happy. I loved the crowd shots. Kids and parents and grandparents and Mick is lying like a dog when he says he can't get no girl reaction and everyone knew all the words.

Okay. Well. I realize I'm obsessed and so what? You can judge me if you want to or you can just laugh and either way, I don't care. I laugh at myself regularly. And no one can judge me the way I do myself.

Here's the whole damn one hour, six minutes and fifty-five seconds if you have any inclination and I feel pretty certain that no one does but whatever. My favorite part is, of course, the end where all the band gets together onstage to hold each other. They've been holding each other for fifty years.




And by the way- this only about half of the entire concert. To give us all a little perspective on things.

All right. I gotta go clean out the hen house. The poop is piling up.
It's Sunday and I've been sanctified and thus must now go perform my earthly chores.

Love...Ms. Moon