Ventilator Blues If I ever need to or want to remember a bit of what I felt like at twenty or if I ever need or want to know what 1972 felt like to me, all I need to do is to put on Exile on Main Street. Frustrated, angry, afraid, defiant, excited, and wanting more.
John White and I were outside all night in Denver, in line, to get tickets. We played cards and talked with the other maniacs. A month later, the show opened with Stevie Wonder and then, after that treat, The Stones came on and wailed for the rest of the night.
Soul Survivor1972 wasn’t the best time in the world. I had a student deferment from the draft (thank God), but the war (we only had one then) was going on, the Beatles were gone, Nixon was president, the climate of everything was about to change drastically, and the whole world seemed crazy. It was time to turn up the volume.
Let It Loose