In another writer lifetime, I use to do concert reviews. In special commemoration of the Rolling Stones concert in Havana Cuba last week, I would like to repost this one here. It was one of my favourite Stones shows, of the 6 or so I've seen, since the Some Girls tour in 1978. I've adding some of the photos from then. Also some audio-video links which have since surfaced, including a full audio recording of the show @ HERE! . For news + links to the Stones Cuba Show, please see the Kulture Kult Ink section of my March news + Views blog @ HERE! Hope you enjoy the shows!
Stones at the Phoenix! More pix 2 come!
How was it?
Stones at the Phoenix! More pix 2 come!
How was it?
In a
word?
Awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I can't
walk anymore. I can't talk. I can't
hear. But I don't care. I've died and
gone to heaven....................
Early
afternoon Toronto time. I'm drenched. Walking
south on Sherbourne Street in the summer
down pour. Wet relief. The heat had finally
snapped, if just for one unreal moment.
A Stones Club Show for $10?!? Cheap! Yup!
A Stones Club Show for $10?!? Cheap! Yup!
But I
know. You don't want to hear too much more about the
wild line up party that raged on with all our good
Stones friends. About the mosquito drone of the
media trying to suck us dry for another slow
summer news story on-why-are-you-so-crazy?
About how
the excited old man in the tacky poker suit,
doing his Casino Boogie for the cameras, had peed his
pants. About how the street wacko with the hand
painted picture of Jesus on the Mount hit me on
the head with it, then fled howling down the
street.
How I'd distractedly but in good natured manner, while trying to be helpful, told him he could go get it signed by Mick, who'd just arrived
How I'd distractedly but in good natured manner, while trying to be helpful, told him he could go get it signed by Mick, who'd just arrived
at the gate.
Apparently the message was supposed
to be that we are facing eternal damnation
for worshiping false gods... why I'll
be damned!!! It's a hard call- who are
the sinners, who are the saints, outside
the gates of a Stones club gig?!? :-)
Pure summer
Stones mayhem a la Sherbourne
Street Toronto..... And the
Phoenix was about to soar!
Suddenly
the earth shook beneath my feet! The pagan
gods had spoken! We were moving towards
the door!
Security
shook us down. We were about the 24th and
25th through, from the line-up. There
were already a significant number of good
Stones friends, plus assorted "beautiful people"
and other icky show biz types etc. etc. etc.
already there.
We
bellied up standing about three very tight steps back from
our stage right. A proscenium stage with a short
runway in the centre. Maybe 5 feet high. We were
in front of Keith, just to the left of Mick.
How close were we? Keifer was grinning in our face as he and Ronnie stumbled out onto stage, and leaned into their thundering guitars. The Phoenix exploded to the heavy beat of "Rough Justice" [Video].
How close were we? Keifer was grinning in our face as he and Ronnie stumbled out onto stage, and leaned into their thundering guitars. The Phoenix exploded to the heavy beat of "Rough Justice" [Video].
In the club setting I thought it was a damn fine little hard Stones summer rocker. From up on his mount Charlie smiled, held down a steady beat. Mick raced out onto the runway, with microphone in hand, growling out the lyrics. From below, I looked up, could see the fillings in his teeth.
Next came
one of the best live "Live with Me"s" [Video] I have
ever heard!!! Mick was absolutely demonic, as he
strutted about like some crazed Nijinsky hind.
Seething, Taunting. Sex. Keith coaxed and
teased every note he could from his guitar.
Effortlessly, it seemed, but with grace and
satisfaction, like he'd been no doubt doing
it all his life, but would never grow
tired. It was pure, raw, undistilled rock and
Rolling Stones!
Everyone,
the Stones included, seemed to step back for
just a moment, to catch our breath, as they
then launched into a slow, and bluezy
rocking "19th Nervous Breakdown", with the
whole band, and of course the
faithful in the audience, joining
in the chorus. It was a fitting
anthem, I thought, for my
past week or so getting
in here to be with the
boys, to once again
join in our communion of song.
The Stones had arrived.
The Stones are back!!!!!!
Next Mick
cranked back up the Stones hot rock
machine with a real rollicking over the
top version of "She's So Cold" that
actually sent a chill down my spine. This was
the Stones in fine seventies form again,
knocking out one of their hopeful hit
single type songs, and this time
scoring.
I've had some mixed feelings about this song
over the years. A little trite? Not with
this uninhibited rock and roll edge,
it really
shined!
Mick pulled out his guitar for "Dead Flowers". The building heats up again. The air-condioner blows out a mist of condensation. I drift thru the guitar strings, back to the early seventies, as a teen, when this favourite first came out. Hunched up in the back of our family car, on summer vacation with good old mom and dad, who -God bless 'em, but not at the time, said, "If you gotta listen to that, all day long, put on your headphones!!!!!"
Mick pulled out his guitar for "Dead Flowers". The building heats up again. The air-condioner blows out a mist of condensation. I drift thru the guitar strings, back to the early seventies, as a teen, when this favourite first came out. Hunched up in the back of our family car, on summer vacation with good old mom and dad, who -God bless 'em, but not at the time, said, "If you gotta listen to that, all day long, put on your headphones!!!!!"
In my minds eye, I'm still there, but it's 2005 now. We've gone over the top of the new millennium. Crank it up, I say! Every note, hanging above me, live,in the air. It's a swirl of great Stones country rock, with deep roots for me, a lifetime of memories................
Next Mick
really surprised me, during "Back of My Hand". I thought
he out did himself. When he usually pulls out his
guitar on stage, it's often helped flesh out the sound
perhaps, but never been especially interesting or
spectacular. Tonight he treated us, by deftly doing
some slide, to lovingly stretch out those powerful
blues notes, throbbing, lingering in the hushed
air of anticipation -what next?!?!?
Well, we
got our Stones Motown Temptations pick o'
the night, "Ain't Too Proud". The horns
were really pumping, while
Mick strut about, cocky as ever. I didn't
need to be coaxed to join in
singing on that one!
Keith treated us to the premier of "Infamy" A thoughtful, quirky tune. In his own gruff Keifer manner, he did it with grace and aplomb. It was risky in a way. It's harder for us, in the audience, to get a handle on a new song,
Keith treated us to the premier of "Infamy" A thoughtful, quirky tune. In his own gruff Keifer manner, he did it with grace and aplomb. It was risky in a way. It's harder for us, in the audience, to get a handle on a new song,
when most
of us haven't heard it before. But I
knew right away this moment would always flash
back as a first, whenever I hear this new
Keith
classic from now on. It was great!
The boys
ratchet up the volume a bit with a rollicking version
of "Oh No, Not You Again". Lots of fun interplay between Keith and
Ronnie, as they joked about. Ronnie clowning
with the different guitar parts, as they
knocked together a weave. Kind of a
toss off, but as a quickie throw
away rocker, I think it still has
potential. It will be interesting to see
how they fine tune it live on stage in the
months ahead. Maybe it will work, maybe not
-but at an impromptu club off the cuff
club gig like this, it was a neat one off
to throw into the mix.
Now. I
don't care what anyone else may say, or think,
but for me, the next two songs were cathartic.
They pushed me over the top. This was my
defining moment, where one snaps at a Stones
concert and goes over the top, knowing there's
no looking back. All the tension to the build up,
the loooooong waits, often hours, days,
months, years, suddenly just breaks. It's
over. I'm here with the Stones a few feet away.
Yes, we've all survived. It's summer 2005, the big
night I'll always remember, never forget,
as a fan I'll take it to the grave.
It began
as a trance with the Stones launching into what
is definitely my Marley-Tosh favourite, "Get
Up-Stand Up" [Video]. Keith cranking out the reggae rhythm,
Ronnie’s bopping up and down plugging in the
fills. Charlie and Daryl holding down the
bottom end, the beat shaking the Phoenix to it's
very foundations. Bernard and Lisa dance.
Sway. Stick out their tongues. Pure delirium.
Mick raises his hands in the air, beckoning
us all to join in, clap along, chant the
chorus. It becomes like a wave, washing
back and forth, between them and us. Purifying
whatever ails you. Real. Imagined. It no
longer exists. Nothing does, only us and the
Stones, now washed clean. It's transporting- like one
doesn't even exist anymore. Stand up for your
rights! The right to be!
There is
only now; a total communion of heart and soul,
united in music, friendship, the very moment.
It is everything, the essence of our
humanity
baby. It is us. We are it. We are all here. Together.
Again. Well, perhaps I get carried away, but if you've
ever been there, be it in a club, a concert, at a
party, listening to their music, I think you'll
know what I mean. After a Stones musical, nay-spiritual
orgy like this, one is
never the
same again!!!! ;-)
Of course
it wasn't just this song, tho it
happened to do it for me, but everything they
played before hand carefully leading up to
this moment, and everything that was to
follow....
I was in complete stupefaction as Mick did his best Otis Redding -"Mr. Pitiful" [Video] indeed. The cocky swagger, the self depreciating supine heart on the floor pleading, of our soul brother number one. Otis lives! He's risen from the dead! He's strutting across the stage, a Jagger possessed. No doubt, Mick, like anyone else who's grown up with this song, knows every punchy nuance, every little quirk, and twist, and he is soul.
I was in complete stupefaction as Mick did his best Otis Redding -"Mr. Pitiful" [Video] indeed. The cocky swagger, the self depreciating supine heart on the floor pleading, of our soul brother number one. Otis lives! He's risen from the dead! He's strutting across the stage, a Jagger possessed. No doubt, Mick, like anyone else who's grown up with this song, knows every punchy nuance, every little quirk, and twist, and he is soul.
Otis has taken over his body. The horns too, I betcha they've worn out every damn vinyl copy of that record they've ever had -it's note perfect in every sense. And we've got the feel too. Matter of fact I can feel nothing else. I swear to God there were periods here where I began to fade in and out, I no longer existed, I was just there, as I let go again, singing and dancing up a storm. Hallelujah, it's a soul revival time for me and the Stones and anybody else who cares to catch and share the vibe!!!!
At this
point the Stones once again shifted
into overdrive, if that is even
possible,
they outdid outdoing themselves with back
to back versions of "Tumbling Dice"
and "Brown Sugar". Guitars cranked. Drums
pounding. Horns blasting. Lisa and
Bernard dancing up a storm. Mick jumping
up and down driving these Hot Rocks
home like a Stone reborn. Too
familiar a choice? So what. It was
primordial. The fans carried the songs,
the rhythm, the chant, fists and hands
in the air, waving in unison.
It was like the boys were just
riding the wave.
A wave? Shit it was like a tsunami, that came crashing down on us. Mick sprinkles his water bottle over the crowd. We are the anointed. And it keeps building, every note, word, chord. To come crashing down on us
A wave? Shit it was like a tsunami, that came crashing down on us. Mick sprinkles his water bottle over the crowd. We are the anointed. And it keeps building, every note, word, chord. To come crashing down on us
full
force. This is it -we are the Stones, and they
are us, and they are ............ gone?!
Clap! Clap!
Clap! We are in freefall……
But of course they'll come back. A constant
in our lives. Best in person, of course, and here they are again, as the
boys rip into a kick ass "Jumping Jack Flash", Keith’s
gritty, swirling guitar reverberating back and
forth, from the past, and now once
again into the future!
All hail
the Rolling Stones!!! Rock and roll shaman
and conquering heroes!!! In a Phoenix rising to
pure rock and roll ecstasy!!!! A
communion of souls, the faithful, the true
believers..............
A Bigger
Bang? Indeed! I'm totally Rolling Stoned!!!!!!!!!!!!! :-)
You can buy an official download of the "Light the Fuse" show from the Stones website @ HERE!
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You can buy an official download of the "Light the Fuse" show from the Stones website @ HERE!
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