172. I Am Waiting
Year: 1966
US Album: Aftermath
Songwriter: Jagger/Richards
Low. Way low. My favorite acoustic Stones (don't like the drawl-y stuff).
171. You Don't Have to Mean It
Year: 1997
US Album: Bridges to Babylon
Songwriter: Jagger/Richards
Love me some Keef, man. Not only the most important musician in Rock history, but i knew him, backinaday, so to speak. Time to trot out my Keef story, which many of you have heard before.
One of my bands, Cricket Hill, was on the bill at the great Shaboo rock club near UConn with the Chambers Bros and headliner Martha Reeves of Vandellas fame. She had just recorded her first solo album, supported by many of the Stones and was more-or-less premiering it. Stones keyboardist Nicky Hopkins was in her band for this and that attracted most of the Stones family, including Keef, up to Connecticut at points during the week. Everybody partied together the whole time so i ended up partying with my one of my idols but we had no special moment or anything. I partied w the Chambers Bros bass player that wk and i dont remember name or face, know'm'sayin?
Flash forward 2-3 years. I'm partying on the beach on Fla's Sanibel Island, which was a very tony address in those days. One of those sitches where you're in & out of people's houses without knowing the folk, just following the crowd & cocaine. One of the mansions was owned by Bill Wyman and we ended up at a party there. Who should i see sitting on a couch strumming a guitar but me ol' chum Keef. I was loaded, he was loaded, if it was Chambers Bros bass player i mightn't have recognized him and certainly wouldn't remember his name. I go up to introduce myself and hope he might remember our brief encounter and he goes, "Hey, i know you! You were at Shaboo wif Maaahfa (the official NLondon pronunciation of Martha), yeah?! Dayuuwwww (the official NLondon pronunciation of my Christian name), innit? I was gobsmacked, of course, and we didn't have a great moment together then either, but this famous blotto remembering my name after 3 yrs is my favorite celebrity story, even better than seeing Jimmy Carter's penis.
That said, he can't sing. Four-note range and still can't find & keep notes sometimes. There are songs where that dont matter and this is one of em but....can't sing a lick. Howl, li'lbit, can't sing.