In the early seventies I found myself preferring film soundtracks to most other types of records. What drew me to them was their sensuality and unfinished-ness – in the absence of the film they invited you, the listener, to complete them in your mind. If you hadn’t even seen the film, the music remained evocative – like the lingering perfume of somebody who’s just left a room you’ve entered. I heard Nino Rota’s Fellini soundtracks often before I saw the films and in listening to them I found I could imagine a whole movie in advance: and though it usually turned out to be nothing much like Fellini’s version, it left me with the idea that a music which left itself in some way unresolved engaged the listener in a particularly creative way.
Behold, again: my evergreen candidate for the greatest rock ‘n roll performance I’ve ever seen. Full stop.
Dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang!
This video also shows you how much Bob Pollard nicked from The Who for GBV. (BTW, Rock and Roll Circus contains some of my favorite Rolling Stones cuts — especially “Jumpin’ Jack Flash,” but even “You Can’t Always Get What You Want,” which I usually hate, is stripped down and awesome.)
Putting your money towards art, music, film, etc., even food, is a gesture of interest that you are making towards being shown something new. You are not purchasing a reliable product like pants. You are voting “yes” for mystery.