Stones indulgence

I like to think I’m good at staying up to date with noteworthy Rolling Stones videos, but somehow I missed this ADORABLE video of Mick and Keith talking about their shared flat in London:

I would love more than anything to just listen to them talk about mundane things like carpets and laundry. Horrrrrrendous.

Last time I was back home I packed up a box of Beatles and Stones books from the archives so I could clear out some space in my parents’ garage (Alex and I have a house now, so I can finally fill my place of residence with as many books as I want, muahaha). One of them was Nankering with the Rolling Stones by James Phelge, described as “a hilariously disgusting memoir of living with Mick, Keith, and Brian in a squalid Chelsea flat in 1963.” I almost put it in the donate pile, but figured it might be worth a re-read. And now, inspired by the above video, I’ve had an amusing time flipping through it again. If anyone’s looking for stories from the Edith Grove days, this book is a solid gold mine.

A couple of days later we came home together and found all the pots and pans, as well as the cutlery, neatly arranged on the small kitchen table. They looked gleaming and clean, almost like new.

A few minutes later Judy from downstairs came up and entered the kitchen. “I picked up all your pans and cleaned ’em for you,” she said. “What did you throw them all in the garden for?”

“Because they were dirty,” replied Keith.

“Keith,” she said. “You can’t just throw them out the window if they’re dirty. You have to wash them.”

“We thought it was gonna rain and that would clean them,” I told her.

She pulled a face that told us she thought we were hopeless. We just stared at her and smiled.

Of course, after all this, I turned to YouTube and went down a rabbit hole of early Stones videos. In particular, the early TV performances when they were basically a cover band, like this gem:

Look at those bebes!! Mick is such an effortlessly sexy frontman, ughhh. And lol at Ed Sullivan trying to mimic Mick’s pointing at the end.

Also tucked away somewhere in my parents’ garage is a VHS tape I got from Spin Records with all of the Stones’ Ed Sullivan performances on it. I was obsessed with that VHS for a while. There are some memorable shows in that collection, like when they were forced to change “let’s spent the night together” to “let’s spend some time together,” in which I count at least five eye rolls, and the many examples of Brian Jones playing nonstandard instruments in pop songs (no comment on the sitar and mallet technique). Anyway, I’m getting a little carried away but all of this is to say, I’ve been on an early-Stones kick and it’s been very fun.

Now before I go listen to some 1970s Stones (the best era, although honestly they’re all excellent), here’s some bonus 2021 Jagger content: Mick and his cat Nero ūüėć

Top Fives, Bowie Edition

First of all, can we just take a second to appreciate 1960s Bowie?
(The original YouTube video got taken down; I was referring to the first two and a half minutes of this film:)

Besides¬†the whole “actual name being David Jones” thing…there’s something very Davy-esque about Bowie’s performance in this video. Or am I just mistaking it for 60s camp? (Note:¬†I reeeeaaaally want to see the rest of this promotional film,¬†but Google’s telling me¬†the only options for buying it are on VHS, video CD, or Laserdisc. I’m still considering it, though.)

Anyway, here are some Top Fives:

Top 5 Bowiesongs (one for each decade):
1960s: Space Oddity. More 60s glory
1970s: Rock ‘n Roll Suicide.¬†Picking one song from the 70s¬†is near impossible, but here’s one of my absolute favorites.¬†So glam!
1980s: Ashes to Ashes. Appropriately, the sequel to Space Oddity
1990s: Strangers When We Meet. From The Buddha of Suburbia. I wish I could find a better quality video, because this one looks very intriguing.
2000s:¬†Girl Loves Me.¬†I kinda cheated and combined the 00s and 10s.¬†This is my favorite song from Blackstar.¬†It’s just so edgy and cool. Here are the lyrics if you’re curious.

Top 5 Out of Context Pictures
This is hard because even out of context, most ridiculous Bowie pictures look totally natural. For example, David¬†playing ping pong in a dingy basement while wearing a shiny kimono…I mean…yeah, seems right to me. This is the best I could do:

1. Too bad this tumblr never really took off

2. Creeper Trent Reznor in background


4. Hi.

5. I do not know the actual context of this. Someone fill me in.

Top 5 Versions of Dancing in the Street:
Has it been long enough that I can post this again?
1.¬†Music-less music video.¬†Check out this guy’s other stuff, it’s hilarious.
2. Slow. Great for in-depth analysis.
3. Metal. Today I learned what Djent is!
4. Cotton Eye Joe. Fits perfectly.
5. Backstage version…even though it ruins my hypothesis of Mick and David recording this with one camera and a boombox

Top 5 Videos That Make Me Miss David Bowie. :'(
1.¬†Ashes to Ashes,¬†requested by 5-year-old George (the kid’s got good taste)
2.¬†Everyone Says Hi.¬†Here’s your 2000s song, btw. This one is so¬†sad/sweet. Also, David looks impossibly¬†gorgeous at this show.
3. Dick Cavett Interview. Favorite hair era, right here. This interview is awkward and wonderful and just so 70s.
4. Imagine. <3
5. Labyrinth Ballroom Scene. Best scene of the whole movie. Fun fact: this scene was choreographed by Cheryl/Gates McFadden of Dr. Crusher fame.

Speaking of Labyrinth, we recently saw it at the Castro, a.k.a. the best place to watch classic and/or cult movies in San Francisco. People came dressed up in full Jareth costume, and one girl wore an elaborate ballgown just like Jennifer Connelly’s in the ballroom scene above. The crowd erupted into cheers as soon as David Bowie’s name appeared in the credits, and proceeded to clap and whistle whenever Jareth and his tight pants graced the screen. It was a great way to rediscover the movie, which I’d seen bits and pieces of but never fully appreciated until now. Up next:¬†The Man Who Fell to Earth,¬†although with plot keywords like these,¬†I can only imagine how the crowd at the Castro will react.

Jagger around the world

It’s my¬†own personal¬†opinion that the best way to end 2015 (a.k.a. The Year of the Stones) is with a¬†Mick Jagger picspam, taken directly from his delightful¬†Twitter¬†account.

While perusing¬†Mick’s tweets,¬†I’ve noticed that in addition to posting pictures of himself in various cities around the world, he also likes to stand the exact same way in each one:

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Question: Who’s taking all these pictures? Do you think there’s one lucky assistant whose job is to photograph Mick at every tour stop? Or are the rest of the Stones there too, rolling their eyes as Mick insists on posing in front of each landmark? “Hey guys, where should we go for our walk today?…Let me just get my Reeboks¬†on…Keith, snap a photo of me in this rainforest!”

A couple more classic Mick poses:

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You keep doing you, Mick. <3

I went to a Stones concert and now my life is complete

tattoo-you-600x600Ok, so a little background… Sometime between 8th and 9th grade, after I’d exhausted all the Beatles albums and found myself searching through my dad’s record collection for more old music, I turned to the Rolling Stones. The first album I remember listening to out in the garage was Tattoo You, a mix of pure adrenaline-fueled rock (“Hang Fire” was my favorite) and dreamy, slow-burning ballads that I didn’t fully appreciate at the time. Anyway, a few albums and secondhand VHS tapes later, I was hooked. It was like falling in love with the Beatles all over again, except this band had decades of material to catch up on. I went through a particularly fun phase in high school where I went around trying to imitate Keith Richards’ swagger, much to my mom’s horror. And then later, Exile on Main Street became my go-to tour album, and to this day it reminds me looking out the bus window at interstate highways and cornfields and people out on their porches in Mississippi.

Over the last five years or so, I’ve watched at least two Stones tours go by without being able to get tickets (as in, stuck on the Ticketmaster wait page until tix sold out). So when I got word of the tour this year, I was pretty much ready to do anything, including using my mom’s AMEX to get into the presale, blocking off time on my work calendar to buy tickets, and then making my boyfriend drive 500 miles with me to San Diego because it’s the only west coast stop on the tour. And to my infinite happiness, it all worked like a dream! (Don’t worry, I paid my mom back for the tix, and I think Alex had an ok time at the show.)


So that brings us to this past Sunday at the ballpark in San Diego. I have a confession to make here. Two songs in, as the show was just beginning and Mick was singing “It’s Only Rock ‘n Roll,” I may or may not have teared up, JUST A LITTLE, FOR JUST A SECOND. A Rolling Stones concert is not really something to get emotional about, but at that moment they just happened to remind me how I fell in love with music in the first place. It was rock music that did it: the Beatles, the Stones, the Who, all the super famous and not-so-famous bands of the 60s and 70s. My entire musical philosophy can be summed up with that one lyric: It’s only rock ‘n roll, but I like it, OK?! And no matter how many people rag on the Stones for being old men who won’t stop touring, I’m so glad they’re still going, because it gives people like me a chance to experience a little slice of rock history.

Show Highlights

“Midnight Rambler.” This song is epic already, but the live version is a whole ‘nother experience. I kept thinking about the quote from Crossfire Hurricane about how it’s the epitome of Jagger-Richards songwriting. Definitely my favorite part of the show.
Keith’s brain fart. I knew from watching concert videos that Keith always does his few songs after Mick introduces the band, about halfway through. And I was super excited to hear what songs he’d sing. The first one was “Slippin’ Away,” a classic Keef slow jam, followed by some rambling (I literally couldn’t understand a thing the man said, haha). Then he played the first few chords of “Can’t Be Seen” before being reminded by Ronnie that they were supposed to do “Before They Make Me Run,” which is one of my favorites! Yessss. Did not disappoint.
The moves like Jagger. The flailing arms, pointy fingers, and spastic clapping were in full play, and it was a beautiful sight. On top of that, Mick sprinted and power-skipped down the catwalk with more energy than I could probably muster in my entire life. HOW DOES HE DO IT?? Another random observance: I think he enjoys putting on different jackets just so he can rip them off. Which he can totally do, because’s he’s got a hot bod YES I SAID IT.

Other noteworthies: Taking the MTS trolley for the first time, rallying with a bunch of baby boomers, Ronnie’s sparkly shoes, and Mick’s very British, very articulated way of saying “Petco Park.”

There were no lowlights, of course, but I *was* a little disappointed that they didn’t play more Sticky Fingers, as was rumored. I was especially hopeful because they did the whole album at the LA show just a few nights before. But I read part of an interview with Mick that said he was concerned because it has 5 slow songs on it and they were worried that people would use it as a bathroom break. Ummm ok, maybe the basic people would, but without a doubt that would’ve been the highlight of the show for me. I was dying to hear “You Gotta Move” and “Dead Flowers”! “Wild Horses” would’ve been nice, too. They did play “Can’t You Hear Me Knocking” (cue the stoners in the next row lighting up), “Bitch,” and “Moonlight Mile,” which was amazing.

I got a second wave of uninvited emotion when at the very end, after the extended band had taken their bows, it was just Mick, Keith, Charlie, and Ronnie on the stage, arms around each other, looking like a joyful band of old, scraggly brothers. D’awwww. As long as these guys can keep going and sound good, I sure hope they do.

Supplemental Materials: 1) me doing my best 70’s Keef impression; 2) view from nosebleed seats; 3) a picture from the San Diego Union Tribune of the guys’ final encore (how cute is Charlie with his yellow socks?!)

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July 26th

Oh, hello. Sorry for the hiatus. As you can see, I was busy moving this blog to WordPress!

(Ok that’s a lie…I did the blogger-to-wordpress thing all this morning; it took like an hour, tops. The rest of the¬†time¬†I was just being lazy.)

But I figure it’s time to finally break the dry spell, 1) because I have this sweet new blog and 2) because it’s a good day for rock & roll birthdays.

First, happy birthday to Sir Mick Jagger, the swaggest, most in-shape 71-year-old I’ve ever seen:


Second, happy 65th to Roger Taylor of Queen. Amazingly, I’ve only just started getting obsessed with Queen. I’ve always loved their music (who doesn’t?) but have recently started to watch some interviews and read a bunch of wiki articles and as per usual, it’s gotten me hooked on these guys. With the exception of maybe mid-60s Keith Moon, Roger Taylor is the only rock drummer I’ve ever considered to be absolutely¬†adorable. Look at his face!!


Also, video proof. What a doll.

Speaking of which,¬†I just saw the video for “I Want To Break Free” for the first time. Men in drag aside, can we talk about this a little bit? What’s up with all the spandex and grapes in the instrumental section? Is Freddie wearing Vulcan ears? And¬†how is Roger just so PRETTY? I have a feeling that much of my weekend is going to be spent watching Queen videos, and I’m super cool with that.

And finally, it’s also Dan Konopka (my OK Go counterpart)’s birthday! More to come on this later, but while I was standing outside The Independent before OK Go’s SF show earlier this month, Dan walked right past me twice, but I¬†was too awkward to say hi. I found it funny that a guy outside asked him if he was waiting for a ticket (for the sold out show that he was headlining? don’t think so…). In fact, all four members of the band were outside¬†before the show, and no one (except Damian, a couple times) got recognized. What a perfect amount of fame. Can’t wait to see them again in SLC!

Oh, by the way, you may have noticed that along with the new blog came a new blog name. Electric Kool-Aid was sorely outdated, although I do still recommend the book if you ever want to experience a day in the life of a Merry Prankster. Flip the Record just fits better with the overall purpose of this blog, and after literally months of trying to think of a new name, I liked this name the most. Hope you do too!

Is this a freaky dream?

I know I’ve already shared this via Twitter, but it’s one of my favorite things of all things, so I have no shame in posting it everywhere:

Ahah, the booty shake at the end is the icing on the cake. Confirmed: Mick Jagger and David Bowie can literally do whatever¬†they want. I like to imagine that one day Bowie was like “Hey Mick, let’s record this song!” and then they set up some cameras and made the video how we used to make ours in high school, with the song playing quietly from a CD player in the corner and absolutely no one else around. I’m just going to pretend that that’s how it happened…don’t try to convince me otherwise.

(Equally important is this version, with “Dancing In The Street” replaced with “Cotton Eye Joe.”)

On a related note, our most recent album was The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars, which I think wins for best album title and also best album ending (those strings!). I must admit that during the first listen we were in lousy moods (mostly owing to failed tabla re-heading attempts) and then didn’t listen to it again for a while. But then we did, and it instantly became 1000x better. It was also the soundtrack of our drive from SF to SLO last weekend…awesome for driving down 101 at night after a long day of work. Although “Five Years” got stuck in my head for about a week, “Starman” is my current favorite song to belt out at random times:

Anyway, this has been another classic case of “Why have I never listened to this¬†before??” I mean seriously, who goes this far in life without listening to a full David Bowie album? We’re now on the hunt for more of his stuff, specifically¬†Station to Station¬†and¬†Hunky Dory.

…it is quite freaky, isn’t it?

It’s a gas, gas, gas

Before I get too deep into my thoughts on Crossfire Hurricane, I’d just like to point out one thing:

Mick Jagger, Accidental Endorser of:

So, last night I watched Crossfire Hurricane, the new documentary about the Rolling Stones. I highly recommend it! It’s full of not-so-glamorous glimpses into the rock & roll life, especially in the 60s and 70s. Not to mention, some great live performances and interview clips.

Some parts that were interesting to me:

At one point, Keith said that “Midnight Rambler” was the “essence of the Jagger-Richards collaboration”…in his opinion, every other song they wrote could’ve been written by someone else, except for “Midnight Rambler” – something about making an opera out of the blues. I thought that was really cool. It’s also held up quite well¬†over time.

Another song in the same vein that I absolutely love is “You Gotta Move”…I mean, watch that and tell me they’re not an amazing blues band.

The bit about Altamont stuck with me too. It’s such a shame how the concert ended, and that the violence was tied to the Stones just because they played the final act. They seem genuinely remorseful about the whole thing. Reading Pete Townshend’s book too, it seems like a lot of bands at the time were “assigned” these reputations from the media (e.g. “The Rolling Stones are the wild and dangerous version of the Beatles” or “The Who are loud destructive lunatics”), when in fact they viewed themselves quite differently.

It’s late and I’m tired, but it’s a holiday weekend so I’m expecting to go a little blog-crazy over the next few days. I’m slowly getting through¬†Who I Am, and have some great quotes to share already. Happy Thanksgiving, dear reader(s?)!

"I’ve never seen Mick Jagger make THAT face"

Awesome surprise of the week: not knowing anything about the season finale of SNL, then watching it and finding out that MICK JAGGER is the host/musical guest. +100000! Mick was great – I was surprised at how many sketches he was in, but he was super funny in all of them.¬†Fred Armisen’s Jagger impression¬†was priceless.¬†Also, I love The Californians, so he just made it even better (plus Steve Martin, yesss).

“Get on the on-ramp to the 405 and get outta here!

And then the ending. I seriously got teary-eyed when everyone started dancing and singing Ruby Tuesday with Kristen Wiig. I’m so sad she’s leaving the cast – she was definitely my favorite. I hope this means she’ll do more amazingly hilarious¬†movies √† la Bridesmaids.

Also, just for fun: the REAL moves like Jagger: