the music that thrilled the world...and the killing that stunned it!

a memorable scene from the maysles doc gimme shelter. keith richards is priceless here.

in case you're wondering, the title of the post is the movie's tagline...if you're not familiar with the story, i suggest you bone up. or just watch the movie.

Posted by Merkin Muffley on Thursday, November 12, 2009 at 5:34 PM 0 comments

Annie Leibovitz and the Rolling Stones: sex drugs and rockn roll

annie leibovitz, one of my favorite portrait photographers, has a new book coming out. if you aren't familiar with her work here's a brief bio: she was the chief photographer of rolling stone from 1973-83 and helped define the look of the magazine (you may remember the controversial john lennon/yoko ono cover (right). she also served as the rolling stones official tour photographer in 1975.

since then, she's worked for vanity fair as a portrait photographer and taken several celebrities' photographs for some of the most successful ad campaigns (american express, louis vuitton).

leibovitz has a new book coming out and vanity fair has posted an excerpt. in the article, leibovitz shares the stories behind portraits of mick jagger, demi moore, queen elizabeth ii, and arnold schwarzenegger.

all are worthy of a read, but the mick jagger story is especially interesting because of the romantic nature of the situation. her story is very reminiscent of cameron crowe's struggles as a rock journalist ("the enemy") chronicled in the semi-autobigraphical film "almost famous". when the rolling stones asked leibovitz to photograph their tour leibovitz was a young woman ("kidnapped by rockstars" if you will). leibovitz recalls struggling to find her place as a photographer on the tour-should she blend in, or remain an outsider?.

this hilarious clip features interviews from leibovitz's mother, the rolling stones, friends, and annie about her tour with the rolling stones...and the shots are amazing!

Annie, on photographing Mick Jagger in Buffalo, NY in 1975 (below):

When I first worked for Rolling Stone, in the early 70s, we wouldn’t photograph a band until they came to town. I hardly ever traveled. I took some pictures of the Rolling Stones when they came through San Francisco in 1971 and 1972. Truman Capote was supposed to write a story for the magazine about the 1972 tour, and the editor, Jann Wenner, said it was O.K. if I went along to two or three cities. Robert Frank was traveling with the band, making a 16-mm. film that would become Cocksucker Blues. The band had commissioned him to do it, but it was never formally released, presumably because of the drugs and sex that were filmed. Danny Seymour, Frank’s friend and camera assistant, was involved in a lot of that. He died mysteriously while the film was being edited.

I guess the band liked the few pictures I took then, and in 1975 Mick called and asked me if I would like to be their tour photographer. Mick is very shrewd. He seems to understand that the documentation of the band is important. He kept all of his costumes from the tours. And he’s always had a photographer. Like the president or the Queen has a photographer.

I went to Jann and told him I wanted to go on the tour. He said that he couldn’t guarantee that there would be a job for me when I came back, but I thought it was too good an opportunity to miss. Robert Frank had photographed the Rolling Stones and now it was my turn.

The band was rehearsing at Andy Warhol’s place in Montauk, at the end of Long Island, and I went out there for a month or so, and then there was a break and the tour started in June. I was very naïve. I brought my tennis racket with me. I thought that maybe as we went from city to city I would take tennis lessons. I didn’t know what I was getting myself into. They were paying me a few hundred dollars a week and I was supposed to create publicity pictures, but I only managed to get a few out the first day and that was it. I was never up during the day again. I was always with the band.

At the time, I thought that the way to get the best work was to become a chameleon. To become so much a part of what was going on that no one would notice you were there. It was unbelievably stupid of me to pick that situation to become part of. I did everything you’re supposed to do when you go on tour with the Rolling Stones. It was the first time in my life that something took me over.

A rock ‘n’ roll tour is unnatural. You’re moving through time and space too fast. The experience is extreme. There is the bigness of the performances and then the isolation and loneliness that follows. The band was like a group of lost boys, but their music saved them. It gave them a reason to exist. When they weren’t on tour they didn’t spend that much time together. On the road they worked. It was the first time in my life—and I’d been at Rolling Stone for five years by then—that I saw how music is made. I saw how it is produced organically. The riffs I heard in hotel rooms during the tour were the songs on the next album—“Memory Motel,” “Fool to Cry.”

The photograph that is emblematic of the 1975 tour for me is the one of Mick in the elevator. It was toward the end of the tour, and he was not on the ground. He was flying. From another world. He was the most beautiful object. Like a butterfly. Ethereal. After all the time on the road, his dancing was very loose. It was almost surreal. I was always aware of where Mick was. What might have seemed like a nuisance to him became a source of comfort. To know that I was somewhere nearby. It was a subject-photographer relationship of an obsessive kind. I remember him saying that I should tell him if I wanted him to be at a specific place on the stage at any point in the show, but I found that too daunting. I couldn’t think of anything for him to do that he wasn’t already doing.

At the end of the performances, the band would do two or three encores that had been planned. Nothing was ad-libbed. They were professional in a way I hadn’t seen until then. They’d been doing it awhile. After the last encore, when everyone in the audience thought they were coming onstage again, they would get out of Dodge. Mick dumped several pails of water on his head every night as part of the show and he would leave the stage totally wet, with his eye makeup running. He wrapped himself up in towels and jumped in the car. Usually the band went straight to the plane, but we were staying in town the night I photographed him in the elevator. The picture was taken on the way up to Mick’s room. He and I were alone. We were on some level out of it. Not because of drugs, but because of all that travel, and sleep deprivation, and the exertion of the performances.

I learned about power on that tour. About how people in an audience can lose a sense of themselves and melt into a frenzied, mindless mass. Mick and Keith had tremendous power both on and offstage. They would walk into a room like young gods. I found that my proximity to them lent me power also. A new kind of status. It didn’t have anything to do with my work. It was power by association.

I’ve been on many tour buses and at many concerts, but the best photographs I’ve made of musicians at work were done during that Rolling Stones tour. I probably spent more time on it than on any other subject. For me, the story about the pictures is about almost losing myself, and coming back, and what it means to be deeply involved in a subject. You can get amazing work, but you’ve got to be careful. The thing that saved me was that I had my camera by my side. It was there to remind me who I was and what I did. It separated me from them.

read more about Annie Leibovitz's portraits of Demi, Arnold, and the Queen at Vanity Fair.

Posted by Madame Lamb on Wednesday, September 10, 2008 at 9:00 AM 0 comments

Rolling Stones Rarities

Everyone knows and loves the Stones' classic hits. I've heard them all a million times and even though I'll admit that I'll often flip by "Brown Sugar" when I hear it on classic rock radio, these songs will always have a time and place in the unfolding epic that is my life...which is funny 'cuz I wasn't even around at the time these songs had a real context.

That said, one of the great things about the Stones, and I guess a lot of those British Invasion groups (i.e. the Who, Kinks, Beatles, etc.), is that their catalogs of material are serious mines of musical pleasure--the deeper you go, the more your respect and adoration for the group grows. Digging through my CD collection yesterday, I came across a Stones box set collection of their singles through 1971, the year they left Decca/London Records (Decca in England, London stateside) and moved on to bigger, and, in my humble opinion, less impressive things. While the collection indeed features almost all of their more well-known songs (i.e. "Street Fighting Man," "Honky Tonk Women," etc.), and a fair amount of their mid-60's hits (i.e. "19th Nervous Breakdown," "Paint It Black"), the defining attraction of the box set for me is the abundance of deep cuts/rarities, mostly in the form of B-sides.

I've done the dirty work and collected them all for you here and now, so enjoy, and make sure to take a minute to revel in how cool you are after you download these guys.

All songs are off of The Rolling Stones Singles Collection: The London Years.

Rolling Stones- "Come On"
A Chuck Berry cover, this song is the first single the Stones ever released. Although short, the song packs a great early rock 'n' roll punch. Love this one.

Rolling Stones- "Stoned"
Here's a bluesy instrumental number, much in the same vein as a Booker T. & the MG's tune. The song is credited to a certain "Nanker Phelge"--a pseudonym created for all of the Stones' early original compositions.

Rolling Stones- "Under Assistant West Coast Promotion Man"
Bill Wyman: "The Under Assistant West Coast Promotion Man was a good-natured jibe at George Sherlock, the London Records promo man who accompanied us on our first American tour. The track is based on Buster Brown's 1960 hit, Fannie Mae, which also inspired the Beach Boys' Help Me Rhonda."

Rolling Stones- "Gotta Get Away"
Along with "Come On" and "Memo From Turner" this one competes for best of the bunch.

Rolling Stones- "Memo From Turner"
This one was originally released as a Jagger solo track...and, in true Jagger form, it's got fantastic sneerin' & drawlin' vocals. Scorsese also featured the song in Goodfellas during a Ray Liotta coke binge.

Rolling Stones- "The Singer Not the Song"

Rolling Stones- "Long, Long While"

Rolling Stones- "Who's Driving Your Plane"

Rolling Stones- "Surprise, Surprise"

Rolling Stones- "Out of Time"

Posted by Merkin Muffley on Wednesday, August 20, 2008 at 11:32 AM 2 comments