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Boomer Anthems: “How White My Shirts Can Be”, 2021


In St. Louis on September 26, 2021, 56 years later than May 10, 1965, in Chicago… but they can still sell it (with the help of some 21st-century stagecraft and few close-ups.)

The Legend: Keith Richards wrote “Sat­is­fac­tion” in his sleep and recorded a rough ver­sion of the riff on a Philips cas­sette player. He had no idea he had writ­ten it. He said when he lis­tened to the record­ing in the morn­ing, there was about two min­utes of acoustic gui­tar be­fore you could hear him drop the pick and “then me snor­ing for the next forty minutes”. Sources vary as to where this story hap­pened. While they make ref­er­ence to a hotel room at the Fort…Har­ri­son…Hotel in Clear­wa­ter,…Florida, a house in Chelsea and the Lon­don Hilton, Richards wrote in his most re­cent au­to­bi­og­ra­phy that he was in his flat in Carl­ton Hill, St. John’s Wood. He spec­i­fies that Mick Jag­ger wrote the lyrics by the pool in Clear­wa­ter, four days be­fore they went into the studio, hence the con­fu­sion. — – La Wik

The Original ( in mono and much more uptempo):

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  • Terry October 9, 2021, 9:36 AM

    Best version released. Stereo versions add nothing. Keep it simple, please.

  • Tom Hyland October 9, 2021, 9:52 AM

    Why is Mick ALWAYS pointing? My mother told me it’s very rude to point.

  • Bruce Wayne October 9, 2021, 12:29 PM

    Thank you for posting this. It triggered a memory of a party held in an empty one car garage in my neighborhood when I was about 18. The only thing in the garage was a chair holding a cheap record player.
    Becky Blanks mother dropped her off as it got dark and the headlights illuminated the shape of her body as she walked up the driveway. It was titillating. 64 t0 73 were good years

  • Jack Lawson October 9, 2021, 1:49 PM

    The Strolling Bones…

  • Annie Rose October 11, 2021, 6:11 AM

    That’s almost as sad as the Meat Loaf and Judy Collins concerts I saw a couple years ago. Meat’s voice was almost completely gone. He needed backup singers to keep the melody. He almost needed a walker to stand up, he was that weak. Half of Judy’s concert was a young pianist as the lead. The other half was her talking about her life and occasionally singing a few lines in a breathless, soft, cracked voice. Chris Isaak can still rock out a great show. What’s next for these groups? Pushing their wheelchairs out onto the stage to their lipsinced songs with videos of their better days playing behind them? I’ll keep my memories of their best years, thank you.

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