OUR WEEKLY SALUTE TO CLASSIC RECORDINGS
BOWS TO STONED LADIES
JamBase.com
Aug 3, 2008
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http://www.jambase.com/Articles/Story.aspx?storyID=14683 This week in 1978, The Rolling Stones hit their eighth No. 1 song with "Miss You," the leadoff single from arguably their last classic album, Some Girls. While they've had spots of greatness on studio recordings since 1978, nothing has the end-to-end substance and thrill of Some Girls and the long line of treasures that precede it. Nine Mick Jagger/Keith Richards originals at their best and a truly heartfelt reading of Motown hit "Imagination," this album carries the last vestiges of the intrinsic danger that first drew fans to them in the '60s and early '70s. Impolite, charmingly misogynistic (if such a thing is possible Keith & Mick managed it…) and devoid of the studio sheen that would quickly overtake their work forever after, Some Girls sticks their iconic tongue down your throat and dirty fingers up your skirt, taking small breaks for faux country gospel and soul man testifying, before finishing you off.
It was originally released with an inner sleeve with the band's faces and those of stars like Farrah Fawcett, Raquel Welch, Judy Garland and Lucille Ball that slid into a doctored wig advertisement. Besides displaying that peculiar British male proclivity for cross-dressing, it landed a fist square on celebrity's snoz. Long a household name on several continents, the Stones seemed to retreat into the same sort of space The Beatles tried to create on Let It Be - a band returning to the fundamentals, rediscovering what it is that drives them to rock around the clock. Due to legal threats, subsequent editions have stripped away most of the original actresses but it's worth noting the group's original juxtapositions. In so many ways, this record is about ladies who've done 'em well, done em wrong or those they'd like to do one or both to. Unlike Welch, et al. this ain't always pretty, chock-a-block with dark implications and sleazy innuendo.
Yeah, some called me garbage/ When I was sleeping on the street/ Out on the road/ I'm on the cheap/ I'm filling a need/ I'm plugging a hole/ My mama's so glad/ I ain't on the dole…When the shit hits the fan/ I'll be sittin on the can.
Despite the continued radio presence of "Beast of Burden," "Shattered" and the first but not last Stones foray into disco, "Miss You," it's the album cuts that really make this stick to your ribs, especially the charming Hee-Haw vaudeville feel of "Far Away Eyes" and the downright nasty riffing and lyrics of the title track.
Some girls take my money/ Some girls take my clothes/ Some girls get the shirt off my back/ And leave me with a lethal dose
White girls they're pretty funny/ Sometimes they drive me mad/ Black girls just wanna get fucked all night/ I just don't have that much jam
Not often cited but perhaps integral to the longevity and toughness of Some Girls is the raw energy and grit Ron Wood brings to the table, which very much echoes his work in The Faces and on Rod Stewart's early solo albums. One wonders – idly, of course – what today's Stones might have turned out like if they'd let Ronnie take the rudder once in a while. The small glimpse we get here is tantalizing.
Track listing:
1. Miss You
2. When the Whip Comes Down
3. Imagination
4. Some Girls
5. Lies
6. Far Away Eyes
7. Respectable
8. Before They Make Me Run
9. Beast of Burden
10. Shattered
http://www.jambase.com/Articles/Story.aspx?storyID=14683Here's the period promo film for "Far Away Eyes," where Mick plays to the camera like a silent film starlet. Pucker up, darlings.
On the Some Girls tour, here's the lads savoring Chuck Berry's "Let It Rock."
"Respectable" gets a TV airing that's still finds them talking 'bout heroin and porn queens with the President. It's a far cry from the self-editing Stones of today, who consciously sliced the most disturbing/salacious lines from "Some Girls" in their recent Marty Scorsese concert film.
And if you need one more dose, pop over here for the 1978 video for "Miss You" with Mick in a primo lounge lizard get-up that got trotted out a bit that year.