Week 18: The Rolling Stones - Little Red Rooster

So the Rolling Stones are hitting the road again. They'll be bringing their elderly rock to the big, iconic pyramid at Glastonbury and to my humble backyard at Toronto's ACC. It'll be polished, note-perfect (ish) and a full blown-out extravaganza. They are the ultimate elder statesmen of rock 'n roll, all money and private planes (far cry from the likes of Iggy Pop who continues to be wild despite some interesting advertisement decisions).

So yes. They are old. They've got tunes but no edge. They have been as comfortable as musicians can be for longer than most of us have been alive, but remember when they were the baddest, filthiest blues-band in the world? Neither do I. But I hear it was great. Hard to believe that once upon a time they look liked this:

As a lot us will always (unfortunately) picture them a little more like this:

BUT we are in luck, because although we'll never see them perform like the dirty kings of underground London they were, we still can hear it. This week I bring you one of my all-time favourite Stones tunes from back when they were strictly a blues cover band...

The Rolling Stones - Little Red Rooster