#joe jagger

[omg-hellgirl]

Mick’s mother was quite simply a domestic slave, devoted to looking after the males of the household. She was one of those garrulous women, and Mick was often very irritated by her and very dismissive of her. And his father was very formal and — to me — charmless and rather alarming.

— Chrissie Shrimpton, Mick Jagger's ex-girlfriend.

[rollingstonesdata]

FRASES DE LOS ROLLING STONES -Joe Jagger (padre de Mick) sobre los primeros días de Mick como artista: "Hubiera preferido que él..."

Joe Jagger (padre de Mick) sobre los primeros días de Mick como artista:“Me hubiera gustado que se hiciera deportista, pero Mick se propuso ser independiente desde el principio. Tenía trece o catorce años cuando descubrimos que escuchaba música pop. Con el tiempo, él y sus amigos llegaron al final de la clasificación en el jardín. Mientras uno de ellos tocaba, Mick y los demás cantaban. Su madre…

[rocknrollflames]

Izzy Stradlin.

If you're a man and you don't like Izzy - you're just not cool.

Or he banged your chick.

Or both.

Probably both.

And if you're a woman who doesn't like Izzy - thank you.

There are too many of us.

He doesn't need you.

[swindledin77]

manager and lead singer 🖤

Brian Epstein and John Lennon Andrew Loog Oldham and Mick Jagger Malcolm McLaren and Johnny Rotten Bernie Rhodes and Joe Strummer

"There was a sense that it was a given that the only people who could see the true erotic sexuality of a pop performer, and nurture it past the point of the amusement of teenage girls, would be a really good manager who was sexually attracted to to his protégé- even if he didn't act on it." - Pete Townshend, The Secret Public

all four lead singers shown here have written at least one song about their managers

You've Got To Hide Your Love Away - The Beatles how could she say to me / "love will find a way"?

Andrew's Blues - The Rolling Stones well, well i let you keep it tonight / if you hold me, hold it real tight / oh, oh Andrew

Liar - Sex Pistols and i know now i wanna know / why you never look me in the face

Bankrobber - The Clash my daddy was a bank robber / but he never hurt nobody

[warriorhbo]

warrior // trailer for s3

[jijakarim]

📸/🎥: joe_taslim

Andrew Koji with Joe Taslim and Dean Jagger in London (04/01/2024)

[iamdangerace]

[sassygal88]

Warrior cast S1-2

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[dollarbin]

Dollar Bin #46:

The Rolling Stones' Goats Head Soup

I dwell alongside indifferent angels and non-voters when it comes to The Stones. Dante would condemn me to his realm of the Neutrals, where I'd forever chase a blank banner, when it comes to Mick's strutting, Keith's drugs and Charlie's backbeat.

But Goats Head Soup boils my blood: I'm ready to chase some tasty goat brains with a little chomp or two on Ruggieri's brain Ugolino-style every time I listen to it.

Indeed, the record is one of the worst and greatest parts of my entire Dollar Bin.

The whole thing starts, flatulently, with Dancing with Mr. D, a bland bologna sandwich of a song if there ever was one. What the hell was Jagger thinking by making this the lead track?

If dancing with death is this dull I'd rather slow dance for all of eternity with Robert Pollard.

But the rest of Side 1 is wonderful. Indeed, it makes me wanna befriend all kinds of goats.

100 Years Ago is a freakin' masterclass in songwriting and musicianship. It swings, it rocks, it's goofy. It's staggering.

My teenager was watching some kinda sapphic Netflix Christmas ugly sweater film recently. The whole thing was probably written by a chatbot and 100 Years Ago served as the soundtrack for one of the movie's hipsters' mid-film dance party with their conservative grandpa. Meanwhile, somewhere off camera, Keith Richards chortled merrily over a simmering bowl of goat broth.

Coming Down Again, which follows, can't compete with 100 Years Ago, or, for that matter, the previous record's primary Richard's vehicle, Happy. But the song is pretty, earnest and bravely paced.

The rest of Goats Head Soup could have just proceed in this vein: well written 70's soft rock songs performed with skill. Instead, Jagger momentarily hijacks everything and reminds us with the ridiculously titled Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo (Heartbreaker) that we are spinning a Rolling Stones record.

Heartbreaker is silly, sure; but it's also totally awesome.

Mick Taylor's wah wah peddle gets a righteous workout; everyone else in this band clearly plays bass better than the absent sex criminal that is Bill Wyman, who was off making music with his pitiful equals, namely Stephen Stills and Joe Freakin' Lala, at this point in the game; the horns make me want to smelt iron and then pump it.

And then there's Angie. The album's weird choice for a first single, Angie is a classic, I suppose. I love Nicky Hopkins' piano throughout and I don't mind Jagger's day-time-TV-level acting in the vocals department. But the song cools my forge considerably.

Sadly, Side 2 is far worse. Indeed, it's made of up almost entirely of nothingburgers bathed in coddled mayo and sad pickles. I typically flip this record just to listen to Winter.

Somewhere in the months leading up to 9/11 I went and visited my not-yet-famous brother during his senior year of college. I was an adult with a job and a marriage; I mistakenly thought I had things figured out.

I feel like I already wrote about that visit, which featured a preposterously drunken night with his cover band, The Freezermen, and a lot of me swearing in absent-minded exuberance while live on the airwaves. Yes, I did.

But another seminal moment in that trip was hearing Winter for the first time in my life. The impetus was me informing my brother and his big deal bandmate, who would soon have a Ph.D., that The Rolling Stones could suck my (not too compact) disc.

Those two already far wiser twenty years olds pounced on my dumb comment and played me Jagger's quite masterful Van Morrison impersonation track, daring me to not wrap my coat around Winter's late surging guitar midst swirling strings.

I think it's telling that Keith Richards doesn't even play on Winter; the rhythm guitar comes from Jagger; the lead guitar is of course played by the band's reluctant genius at the time, Taylor. But once again it's a non-member of the band, Nicky Hopkins, who in his career played with everyone from Spinal Tap to Jerry Garcia, who holds the whole thing so elegantly together on keys.

Suffice it to say that Winter is not a song I'm neutral about. Winter gives me chills.

By 1973 The Rolling Stones clearly struggled to land their punches as an actual band. But when they connected, wow, they sure could smash our faces right in.

[omg-hellgirl]

Chris Jagger, his wife Kari-Ann Muller, and his parents Eva and Joe Jagger photographed by Richard Young, 1985.

[rawsmackdownnxtdivas]

Diamond Mine and Schism:NXT Gold Rush 6/27/23

[xoxogabriella]

Joe Keery by Samuel J. Ramirez, 2017 // Mick Jagger by Andy Warhol, 1975

[womenofnxtsource]

WWE NXT 8/8/23: Ivy Nile vs. Kiana James

[peppermintcandyrobber]

[warriorhbo]

things are getting worse out there.

warrior // teaser for s3

[jijakarim]

📸: Josh Stoddard's Instagram