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Sono lì da un'infinità di tempo. E fanno sempre la loro cosa.
C'è chi dice che la facciano meglio di chiunque altro, chi dice che ormai sono patetici e chi, come me, sostiene che questa sia la vera musica classica del secondo novecento, insieme naturalmente al miglior jazz.
Il problema, infatti, non sarebbe più di tanto la proposta odierna, ma essenzialmente il sound, che esce benissimo anche da questa nuova pagina. Anzi, se è possibile ne esce persino migliorato.
Ed il sound degli Stones è buona parte del rock del secolo scorso. Non tutto, non si può non convenirne, ma buona parte sì: gli Stones hanno fatto scuola, sono stati clonati e imitati sia esplicitamente che surrettiziamente dalle persone più impensabili e nei dischi meno sospettabili. Ovunque capita di sentire un riff "alla Richards", oppure l'allargamento di una vocale "alla Jagger". A mio avviso c'è pure una bella schiera di gente che li imita involontariamente, inconsciamente, per inerzia, tanto questo suono è ormai entrato nel DNA dei musici di tutto il mondo.
Insomma, in una parola, non si può che dire "grazie" a questi bei vecchietti sculettanti e attillati. Grazie sempre e comunque, grazie a priori e per sempre.
Per parlare dell'ennesimo disco, e in più dell'ennesimo live, devo ammettere che quando l'ho visto sullo scaffale del negozio m'ha preso lo scetticismo più assoluto. Innanzitutto arriva in un momento nel quale gli Stones sono tutto tranne che poco documentati: i dvd live non si contano più, e così i dischi dal vivo degli ultimi decenni.
C'era dunque bisogno di questo disco? Ovviamente no. Ma chi mi legge sa cosa penso del "criterio di utilità"...: se si facessero solo cose utili quanti dischi uscirebbero in un anno (e in generale, quante cose faremmo, scriveremmo, ecc...)? E utili secondo il criterio di chi? Con quali basi, quali requisiti, quali pruriti?
Ragioniamoci: il criterio non è, né può essere, l'utilità. Ma la libidine. Un disco, come un libro o un quadro o un film, ha senso solo e soltanto se dentro c'è della libidine. Se l'artista che l'ha concepito ha ancora qualcosa da dire, e lo sa dire coi mezzi e col coinvolgimento emotivo giusti.
E io, devo ammetterlo, gli Stones così in forma non li sentivo da un'infinità di tempo, comprendendo nel giudizio quasi tutti i live recenti. È probabile che sia l'influenza magnetica dell'immenso regista Scorsese, che ha seguito e voluto la versione cinematografica di questo live. Sarà che per l'occasione i simpatici vecchietti avranno "tirato su" della roba particolarmente buona, ma fatto sta che nessuno di loro, di recente, era così in palla.
Tutto talmente perfetto da far perdonare anche la comparsata della giovane urlatrice supertecnica e senz'anima Cristina Aguillera, che non può far altro che se stessa, e questo era il motivo fondante che avrebbe giustificato il mancato invito e la crocifissione di chi ha avuto l'idea. Si voleva fare una cosa davvero bella, coraggiosa, magari pur non occhieggiando troppo i giovinastri? Beh... mi dicono che Aretha sia ancora in giro, e avrebbe reso benissimo, che so, una "Gimme Shelter", o che, osando l'inosabile, una Joni avrebbe potuto arricchire, per le lacrime dei posteri, che so, una "Wild Horses"... Pazienza.
Dicevo che neanche la piccola urlona non guasta un disco peraltro perfetto, suonato, cantato e registrato da stradìo, assolutamente non inutile neppure quanto a scaletta.
Insomma: quanto avevamo voglia di sentire una perfetta e tiratissima, divinamente inutile "She Was Hot", uno dei tanti inni dei nostri anni d'oro?
Elenco tracce e testi
01 Jumpin' Jack Flash (04:22)
Watch it!
I was born in a cross-fire hurricane
And I howled at my ma in the drivin' rain
But it's all right now, in fact it's a gas
But it's all right, I'm jumpin' jack flash
It's a gas, gas, gas
I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag
I was schooled with a strap right across my back
But it's all right now, in fact it's a gas
But it's all right, I'm jumpin' jack flash
It's a gas, gas, gas
Ooh
I was drowned, I was washed up and left for dead
I fell down to my feet and I saw they bled, yeah yeah
I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread, yeah yeah yeah
I was crowned with a spike right through my head
But it's all right now, in fact it's a gas
But it's all right, I'm jumpin' jack flash
It's a gas, gas, gas
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas
02 Shattered (04:06)
Shattered, shattered
Love and hope and sex and dreams are still surviving on the streets
And look at me, I'm in tatters
I'm shattered
Shattered
Friends are so alarming, my lover's never charming
Life's just a cocktail party on the street, Big Apple
People dressed in plastic bags (Shadoobie, shattered)
Directing traffic, some kind of fashion
Shattered
Laughter, joy, and loneliness and sex and sex and sex and sex
And look at me, I'm in tatters
I'm shattered
Shattered
All this chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter 'bout
Shmatta, shmatta, shmatta, I can't give it away on 7th Avenue (Shadoobie, shattered)
This town's been wearing tatters, uh-huh
Shadoobie, shattered
Work and work for love and sex
And ain't you hungry for success, success, success, success
Does it matter?
Shattered, does it matter?
Shattered
Ahh look at me, I'm shattered
I'm shattered
Look at me, I'm shattered
Shattered
Pride and joy and greed and sex, that's what makes our town the best
Pride and joy and dirty dreams and still surviving on the street (Tatters)
And look at me, I'm in tatters
I've been battered (Shattered)
What does it matter? (Shattered)
Does it matter? (Shattered)
Uh-huh, does it matter?
Uh-huh, I'm shattered
Mmm, shattered
Shadoobie, shattered
Shadoobie, shattered
Shadoobie, shattered, shattered
Don't you know the crime rate's going up, up, up, up, up (Shadoobie, shattered)
To live in this town, you must be tough, tough, tough, tough, tough (Shadoobie, shattered, shadoobie, shattered, shattered)
You got rats on the west side, bed bugs uptown (Shadoobie, shattered)
What a mess, this town's in tatters, I've been shattered (Shadoobie, shattered)
My brain's been battered, splattered all over Manhattan (Shadoobie, shattered)
Shadoobie, shattered, shattered
Shadoobie, shattered
Shadoobie, shattered
Shadoobie, shattered
Uh-huh, this town's full of money grabbers (Shadoobie, shattered, shattered)
Go ahead, bite the Big Apple, don't mind the maggots, uh-huh (Shadoobie, shattered, shadoobie, shattered)
Shadoobie, my brain's been battered (Shadoobie, shattered, shattered)
My friends they come around they (Shadoobie, shattered)
Flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter (Shadoobie, shattered)
Pile it up, pile it up, pile it high on the platter (Shadoobie, shattered, shattered)
04 All Down the Line (04:35)
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)
Yeah, heard the diesel drumming all down the line.
Oh, heard the wires a humming all down the line.
Yeah, hear the women sighing all down the line.
Oh, hear the children crying all down the line.
(All down the line.) We'll be watching out for trouble, yeah.
(All down the line.) And we'd better keep the motor running, yeah.
(All down the line.) Well, you can't say yes and you can't say no,
Just be right there when the whistle blows.
I need a sanctified girl with a sanctified mind to help me now.
Yeah, all the people singing all down the line.
Mmmm, watch the men all working, working, yeah. (All down the line.)
(All down the line.) We're gonna open up the throttle yeah.
(All down the line.) We're gonna bust another bottle, yeah.
(All down the line.)
I need a shot of salvation, baby, once in a while.
Hear the whistle blowing, hear it for a thousand miles.
(All down the line.) We're gonna open up the throttle, yeah.
All down the line, We're gonna bust another bottle, yeah.
Well you can't say yes, and you can't say no,
Just be right there when the whistle blows.
I need a sanctified mind to help me out right now.
Be my little baby for a while.
Won't you be my little baby for a while?
08 Just My Imagination (06:39)
I look out my window watch her as she passes by
I say to myself I'm such a lucky guy
To have a girl like her is a dream come true
And of all the girls in New York she loves me true
It was just my imagination, once again
Running away with me
It was just my imagination
Running away with me
Soon we'll be married and raise a family
Two boys for you, what about two girls for me
I tell you I am just a fellow with a one track mind
Whatever it is I want baby I seek and I shall find
I'll tell ya
It was just my imagination, once again
Running away with me
It was just my imagination
Running away with me
Every night I hope and pray
"Dear lord, hear my plea
Don't ever let another take her love from me
Or I will surely die"
Her love is ecstasy
When her arms enfold me
I hear her tender rhapsody
But in reality, she doesn't even know... me
09 Faraway Eyes (04:37)
I was driving home early Sunday morning through Bakersfield
Listening to gospel music on the colored radio station
And the preacher said, "You know you always have the
Lord by your side"
And I was so pleased to be informed of this that I ran
Twenty red lights in his honor
Thank you Jesus, thank you lord
I had an arrangement to meet a girl, and I was kind of late
And I thought by the time I got there she'd be off
She'd be off with the nearest truck driver she could find
Much to my surprise, there she was sittin in the corner
A little bleary, worse for wear and tear
Was a girl with far away eyes
So if you're down on your luck
And you can't harmonize
Find a girl with far away
And if you're downright disgusted
And life ain't worth a dime
Get a girl with far away eyes
Well the preacher kept right on saying that all I had to do was send
Ten dollars to the church of the sacred bleeding heart of Jesus
Located somewhere in Los Angeles, California
And next week they'd say my prayer on the radio
And all my dreams would come true
So I did, the next week, I got a prayer with a girl
Well, you know what kind of eyes she got
So if you're down on your luck
I know you all sympathize
Find a girl with far away eyes
And if you're downright disgusted
And life ain't worth a dime
Get a girl with far away eyes
11 Tumbling Dice (04:24)
Women think I'm tasty, but they're always tryin' to waste me
And make me burn the candle right down
But baby, baby, don't need no jewels in my crown
'Cause all you women is low down gamblers
Cheatin' like I don't know how
But baby, I go crazy, there's fever in the funk house now
This low down bitchin' got my poor feet a-itchin'
You know you know the deuce is still wild
Baby, can't stay
You got to roll me and call me the tumblin' dice
Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry
Don't you see the time flashin' by
Honey, got no money, I'm all sixes and sevens and nines
Say now, baby, I'm the rank outsider
You can be my partner in crime
Baby, can't stay
You got to roll me and call me the tumblin'
Roll me and call me the tumblin' dice
Oh my my my, I'm the lone crap shooter
Playin' the field every night
Baby, can't stay
You got to roll me and call me the tumblin'
Roll me and call me the tumblin' dice
Got to roll me
Got to roll me
Got to roll me
Got to roll me
Got to roll me
Got to roll me
Got to roll me
Keep on rolling
Got to roll me
Keep on rolling
Got to roll me
Keep on rolling
Got to roll me
Got to roll me
Got to roll me
Got to roll me
Got to roll me
Got to roll me
Got to roll me
Got to roll me
Got to roll me
13 You Got the Silver (03:21)
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)
Hey babe, what's in your eyes?
I saw them flashing like airplane lights
You fill my cup, babe, that's for sure
I must come back for a little more
You got my heart you got my soul
You got the silver you got the gold
You got the diamonds from the mine
Well that's all right, it'll buy some time
Tell me, honey, what will I do
When I'm hungry and thirsty too
Feeling foolish (and that's for sure)
Just waiting here at your kitchen door?
Hey baby, what's in your eyes?
Is that the diamonds from the mine?
What's that laughing in your smile?
I don't care, no, I don't care
Oh babe, you got my soul
You got the silver you got the gold
A flash of love, has made me blind
I don't care, no, that's no big surprise
14 Connection (03:30)
(Jagger/Richards)
Connection, I just can't make no connection.
But all I want to do is to get back to you.
Everything is going in the wrong direction.
The doctor wants to give me more injections.
Giving me shots for a thousand rare infections
And I don't know if he'll let me go
Connection, I just can't make no connection.
But all I want to do is to get back to you.
Connection, I just can't make it, connection
But all I want to do is to get back to you.
My bags they get a very close inspection.
I wonder why it is that they suspect them.
They're dying to add me to their collections
And I don't know if they'll let me go
Connection, I just can't make no connection.
But all I want to do is to get back to you.
Connection, I just can't make no connection.
But all I want to do is to get back to you.
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