I've seen Mick Jagger twice, once during Tattoo You with my dad, the other time when I graduated from high school (Steel Wheels tour). I've always loved the Rolling Stones without reservation, but I never quite got the sex appeal of Mick Jagger until seeing him on stage. Needless to say, I never quite got said appeal of Keith Richards except as an advertisement for moisturizer and against heroin use, although it may be the only thing preserving him at this point. Even when Mick was a non-performing dot from our nosebleed seats, he seemed to radiate Mickness. There was no mistaking the man who went from beauty to beauty, including but not limited to, Marianne Faithfull, Bianca Jagger, to finally "settle" with Jeri Hall (there's something to be said for a Texas girl and of course, having legs that don't stop).
Friends of mine have determined the following formula for whether a romantic relationship will work. Who do you prefer -- the Stones or the Beatles? It doesn't matter what you answer if you have the same answer. My answer is the Stones. I love the Beatles, love them, but they don't hold a candle to the Stones for sheer energy. The question, of course, is about whether one loves rock and rock/blues or pop music better. I was named after a Beatles song and my other possible name choice was yet another Beatles song, "Julia." Hey, had my mother been a Stones' fan, I would have been "Angie." But that's kind of fitting for me, a Stones fan with a Beatles name. I'm a person beset by contradictions. I'm a person named after a song sung in two languages. I love the night, but I fade fast.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"Yes, Im a sack of broken eggs/ I always have an unmade bed/Don't you?" Rolling Stones, "Monkey Man"
Cocktail Hour
No Photos Please (Sunday night recipe)
1 box of chicken
1 bottle of champagne
1 copy of Gimme Shelter
Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Sunday to all!
11 comments:
Stones. Greatest rock and roll band in the world. Without a doubt. I was Robert Johnson last post(Cream version)yesterday, buddy.
I did coke with Mick at the Whittier in Detroit. I was with one of my ex's at the time. Some underground newspaper asshole and it just blew his mind.
Honey, hats off to the Stones and Mick the Man. Cute post. More photos, please. . .
kiss kiss
Bon
The Beattles were solid...but the Stones have stamina!! I can agree with that. Great blogsite... thanks for sharing your thoughts!
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Dear Michelle,
According to the formula, we can have a good lasting relationship. This pleases me. The name Michelle is a much prettier name than Angie if I may say, especially now that such a lovely Michelle lives in the area. Splendid post. Chicken and champagne and a fun view of you. Bravo!
O Mighty Isis, that's my motto. Rock on, ZFoxy Lady Cajun Queen Ruby Tuesday R2 C2! Paint it Black, little darling
Sad news about Marianne Faithfull, she has breast cancer and had to cancel her tour but hopefully it is caught in time
Rock on!
I've never been with Mick, but AP is a lousy lay.
At least you were named in honor of a Beatles song; I was named after a soap opera character that my great-grandmother loved! It could've been Darlene, though, after my mom's best friend. I'm glad she chose Robin! lol
Wow Michelle,
I too have blogged about the Stones. Can't say I really enjoy them all that much.
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