On My Own

All Over Now

Golden Stone

The dashing Golden Stone.

At first I thought Brian Jones was just a bloated drug addict when

I saw him on Rock and Roll Circus,

but slowly over time he has grown on me and I have learned

to embrace his style.

He was the most glam Stone, wearing velvet smoking jackets, scarves, and fur coats.

He was the first to charm Anita Pallenberg and that shows

that he must have had intense style.

The golden stone could of had the world, but he lost it all.

The Rock and Roll Myth

I couldn't figure out what was so appealing to me about Rock and Roll for the longest time. It wasn't my childhood. I was raised on country music. It wasn't the music itself. Some of it, I could do without.

So I dug and dug into my soul and I have finally figured it out: it's the myth, the legend that accompanies each band that I worship that draws me in.

When I listen to Led Zeppelin, I am convinced Robert Plant is singing to me, telling me that he wants to be my "backdoor man."

When I hear the Stones, I buy into their excessive boozy image. I buy into the heroin mythology of Keith and the mystery that surrounds Brian Jones death.

When Freddie Mercury hits those insanely high notes, he is sharing in my search to find "Someone to Love."

When Iggy Pop carouses around the stage freaking out on drugs, and rubs peanut butter on his chest, he embodies my sense of adventure.

Rock and Roll says everything I want to say. It says "I fucking hate you", "I love you", "I want to sleep with you", and "I want nothing to do with you". It says everything that is hidden deep below the surface.

So when I put on a Who track, like "Behind Blue Eyes" I really do mean, what is going down behind my blue eyes. I connect with it more than any other type of music no matter how carnal it is.

It's much like what Penny Lane says in Almost Famous (see previous post) when you get lonely, you go to a record store and visit your friends. I really do feel like Mick Jagger is a friend of mine. That I understand the inner workings of Gram Parsons, that Jimmy Page and I connect on a spiritual level.

Rock and Roll myth is that the Rock Stars get you. They understand you. They are your friends. So when I listen to the Doors, I say to myself: "He may not love me but Jim Morrison sure as hell does..."

Beauty and the Beast

Beautiful Brian Jones.

The most beautiful Stone.

The most talented Stone,

until his fatal flaw took him over.

The first to have Anita Pallenberg

on his arm.

A true Rock God and dandy.

Rock and Roll Circus

2 Days ago I watched a film called

The Rolling Stones Rock and Roll circus

with a fellow music fanatic.

We were exploding with enjoyment watching it.

Since then, I've been obsessing about how

fantastic it really was.

The show takes place at the circus

and features, along with the Stones, The Who, John Lennon, Yoko,

Taj Mahal, and Jethro Tull.

Highlights include a 70 year old acrobatic couple,

Brian Jones bloated face, and the luscious

Mick Jagger strutting around

without a shirt on.

Also, Yoko does some type of "ballad"

that is beyond any explanation.

Watch this and go to the circus with the Stones...