It had been a few months since my last attempt at a Rolling Stones number, and this song didn’t require open G tuning or anything else out of the ordinary, so I sang it, for some reason, with a little flavor of Billy Corgan in some parts? Probably could try this with a capo up a full step to make it a little less rangey.
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I did a quick audio test with the webcam software using a different microphone, and I think the problem is the software not really being tuned for singing and guitar smashing. I will look into this in the future, but today, I sang/smashed into the phone.
Had to put on the hat to sing about horses, and childhood living, and all the things that couldn’t tear me away.
This song, for whatever reason, takes me straight to a friend’s room on the lake, but we probably were still living across the street, and I can only guess that I heard this song on a tape there for the first time, even if that seems a little unlikely. But that’s where I am, complete with the sun streaming in and bouncing off the clay tiles.
Memories are weirdly specific like that.
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Added a guitar solo or two, because I like the changes.
Sure, more Rolling Stones, because once again, I feel like weird tunings are a little investment you can let pay off for a couple days.
This is in open G DGDGBD IIRC, because Keith Richards.
Y’all heard the whole Let It Bleed story already, so I’ll leave it at th— actually, did I ever tell you about the time I saw the Rolling Stones at the Orange Bowl? Steel Wheels tour, and my 13-year-old brain was pretty scrambled by the stadium-grade showmanship, which, I believe, may have included at least one if not two giant inflatable women of some vintage for this song.
Which, ew, but also, I was 13.
I remember being truly, intensely amazed when they did Sympathy for the Devil and Mick appeared on top of some tall scaffolding tower thing, like a fricking David Copperfield trick, but make it rock and roll.
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I also took out an ancient and little used slide for this, because it is literally what it is for. Added some goofy pianee, and continued the “not drunk but sure sounds like it” theme with the bass and sloppy drums.
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OK, I went to look for some picture of that ridiculous set, and I found literally the video of that song from the show I was at, so here it is.
The odds are good, the first time I purchased a cassette tape of this album, it was for Sympathy For The Devil. Like, very good odds on that one. But I fell in love with the whole thing, especially Gimme Shelter. This was one of those late ’80s tapes, where you only figured out a couple years later when it came out on CD that the songs were not in the original order. Who in their right mind would put Midnight Rambler as the opening track of this thing?
Anyway, idk why I thought about this song today, but it’s the least SFW thing on the list yet, I think. I did not fully get all the lyrics as a kid, but I knew it was a little dirty. (In the context of, say, As Nasty As They Wanna Be, this was very irrelevant to my upbringing.)
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After my crack about Dylan doing every song in E with a capo, here are the Stones finding a way to take a super standard A-D-E progression and drop it into C instead. It was kinda easy to play some pian-ee on it as a result.
