#RSD2013 Perryscope Memories: Brandi
I was a huge Rolling Stones fan from day one. I don’t mean, “I was a hella-cool 14 year old rocking the tongue logo on a shirt” -Fuck That- I mean I put the word “fan” in “infant”. I remember even before I could speak, I was just 1 or 2 years old, being woken up by Some Girls spinning on the record player and the distinct smell of bleach lingering in the air. As my mom cleaned our home from top to bottom, she proudly sang-along with Jagger to every crude lyric, occasionally stopping to pick me up and swing me around. By the age of 4 I too knew every inappropriate word and although I didn’t comprehend what they represented, I could feel that it was part of something raw and real and cool.
So it’s no question that I inherited my affections for the English rockers from my free spirited/ OCD, neat-freak mother, who still holds onto that Some Girls record. Actually, I made her send me pictures of it just a few days ago so I could scope out the cover. It’s one of the first issued copies, complete with the controversial sleeve. If you’re not familiar, the artwork features images of female celebrity’s faces framed by wig advertisements. Unfortunately, the album was pulled from shelves shortly after release because those famous faces didn’t want to be associated with the band’s questionable reputation.
Lucille Ball, Farrah Fawcette, Liza Manelli (on behalf of Judy Garland), Raquel Welch and the estate of Marilyn Monroe all threatened legal action and the cover was reissued with a new design shortly after. This was right around the same time that Mick was humpin’ Margaret Trudeau, the prime minister’s wife, and Keith had just been arrested in Canada for drug possession. I guess some people didn’t value that kind of publicity.
I surely do though. That’s why I look forward to one day being reunited with that coveted record, and that’s why it’s seared into my earliest memories. What a magnificent display of not giving a fuck, a reminder to start taking creative risks, to dance around your home, a celebration of “laughter, joy, and loneliness”. “And sex and sex and sex and sex”!
Shattered is a wicked jam. Let’s all go have a listen now.