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From Glam Rock…..to Garbo…..to Goats
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From Glam Rock…to Garbo….
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Bass players are the Rodney Dangerfields of the rock world, it seems. I tell ya, they just don't get no respect. And no wonder! On the day after God created rock stars (sometime around 4 am on a gin-soaked Saturday night in Memphis), he created groupies. And he commanded them: "Thou shalt honor thy singer and thy lead guitarist and have no false rock Gods before thee."
Deep in the psychedelic wood, Where a rock-n-roll martyr plays You'll find the enchanted neighborhood Of Brian Jones's drug-haze days. Brian the posh, Brian the posh, A randy little dandy - all fine, divine. He's Brian the posh, Brian the posh, A ritzy little glitzy old soul. I'd hate like hell to be sued by the Disney Empire for parodying…
When The Rolling Stones released the album "Their Satanic Majesties Request" in December 1967, they probably never imagined their oft-busted lead singer would one day hobnob with majesties of a very different sort. Ah, but rock-n-roll is an ever-evolving beast of beauty. And so it went that 35 years later - on December 12, 2003 - Mick Jagger was knighted by His Royal Highness The Prince of Wales for "services to music," despite the fact that Queen Elizabeth II never cared for the singing, swinging sexpot and his liaisons with her libertine sister Princess Margaret.
On this date in 2012, a set of 10 love letters that Mick Jagger wrote to his one-time paramour Marsha Hunt were auctioned off for £187,250 ($305,929). Hunt, a singer, novelist and model who appeared in the original London production of "Hair," met Mick in 1969. The couple secretly dated and produced a love child - Karis - born in 1970. She is the first of seven children that Mick fathered with four different women. Just how does he find the time for all these family affairs?
"Cold fanged anger." That's one of many disturbing lyrics from the Rolling Stones' classic "Midnight Rambler." It's a song about a black-caped killer -- a knife-sharpening hit-and-run raper who'll smash your windows, put his fist through your door, and stick his knife right down your throat. That character sprang from the mind of Mick Jagger. And on December 6, 1969, the monster turned on its maker, turning a day of free music into a night of chaos and killing. This is the story of the murder at Altamont.