Yesterday, sitting in the park watching the Mole Hill bocci players, my son asked me “what’s gonna be on your list?
We were talking about seeing the new doc “20 Feet From Stardom” that tells the story of the background singer. The movie features Mary Clayton singing the “shot away” line that completely makes Gimme Shelter.
That song’s on my list.
“The List” Shamus was referring to is kind of my personal set list, the list of songs that come closest to telling my story or at least my inner story, the one I want to believe, the one I think I see if even nobody else does.
Shamus said, ‘of course we gotta play Sympathy For the Devil’, and I’m still wondering what the heck that’s about. I mean it wasn’t that bad was it?
The truth is I take that as a serious compliment. Sympathy is one complicated song and therefore true to life.
I was always a Stones over the Beatles kind of person. I believe in complicated and my record is the very complicated side four of Exile.
The song? What’s to choose? Soul Survivor I suppose because, as should be the case at the end of great piece of music, you feel a little wiser if a little more exhausted.
The next song is easy. My eldest, wise child that she is, has anticipated my forgetfulness and has had the lyrics tattooed on the back of her neck.
Now, I’ll have to ask the youngest if she’s added any tattoos lately.