Give me your music, your art, your huddled masses of words and rhythms yearning to breathe free.
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 … Read more
Today I extend a lusty black-and-blue birthday greeting – and a bouquet of the finest dead flowers – to Rolling Stones’ guitarist Keith Richards, the man who, for the past 50 years, has embodied the true spirit of rock-n-roll rebellion like no other artist. I love lots of rockers for lots of reasons, but Keith … Read more
Just when you start to think Facebook is a complete waste of Internet space, jammed with nothing but lame posts — girlies sharing stories about how much fun they had going bra shopping with their BFFs; twits sharing photos of their pets in rabbinical attire — someone comes along and presents an enlightening tidbit that … Read more
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 … Read more
“Like Mick Jagger in exact reverse.” That’s the way Keith Richards has described Mick Taylor, the straight-faced guitarist who was sucked into the carnal vortex of the Rolling Stones at the tender age of 20. He did more than just replace guitarist and founding member Brian Jones, he added a whole new dimension to the Stones’ … Read more