I have always absolutely adored the Rolling Stones, ever since my mum said how much she hated them when watching Get Off My Cloud on TOTP. But how the world turns on celebrity culture in this disgraceful tabloid culture we have in the UK. The treatment of Mick Jagger in a time of grief has been nothing but shocking and I really do worry about people who read the rubbish that our tabloid press produce. Leveson was supposed to have stopped this, we have the Murdoch, etc enquiries going on now and yet still the crap press print more and more of their crap. They say its what people want and yet so few buy the bloody things how can they? I would name the editors as arses but I would rather just express my disgust. Should it be forgotten that what the Stones did was give us pleasure in a sound they produced? I am thinking of them now - name a bunch of white guys who do this stuff as well as them. I remember where I was the first time I heard this song and when it was. 1976, I was twenty, playing with Southpaw who would give the Mumfords et al a serious run for their money. We had just played a great gig and had collected in someone's house for the rest of the night (probably Davie Jack's or John Stirling's) as I drove home in my two-tone, cream and maroon, Ford Anglia, the sun was coming up over Dalhousie Castle and Cockpen Church (I was driving the craw road home - I loved driving through country lanes at that time of the morning) I was probably wearing Levi jeans and a scruffy t-shirt, hair shoulder length, my Fender Strat (which I still have) and my Yamaha acoustic which I don't have, stowed in the boot - aye, you'd be a fool to cry. Go on Mick, you are a jack-the-lad but you have always been a top bloke in my musical life:
