The Rolling Stones – Between the Buttons
This article originally appeared in Issue 9 of Crawdaddy in 1967
Do you remember three or four years ago, at the height of the folk revival? Didn’t it seem like everybody and his brother was trying to make it? You could walk down Bleecker or Mt. Auburn Street any time of the day knowing that anyone you passed was secretly practicing his three-finger picking as hard as he could in anticipation of the great day when he too would burst upon the folk scene. Everyone got into the act for a little while, and almost everyone finally grew out of it. Ultimately, most of us came to realize that there were only a handful of people who had anything to say and that all the three-finger and flat-picking machines hadn’t advanced or affected the development of the music. When folk finally did die down, we were all left to contemplate the handful who really did have something to communicate. And who still do.
Right now in rock there is a somewhat parallel development. Everybody and his brother is buying thousands of dollars’ worth of equipment, getting himself good and stoned, and trying to be like the big boys who run the show. For every Beatles, Mamas & Papas, Springfield, or Butterfield, or Dylan, there are a thousand imitators and musical know-nothings trying to make it. Top 40 music is becoming over-saturated with Electric Prunes and Question Marks and Blues Magoos, while the few talented people continue to create the genuine item.
Not every group that has a hit record is worth listening to, and a lot of groups that don’t, are. Five years from now, when all the Hoyt Axtons and New Christy Minstrels of rock are forgotten, what will remain? What will we still be able to listen to? I think we’ll always be able to listen to the Rolling Stones, and most especially Between the Buttons.
I: The first thing to realize is that the Rolling Stones did not walk into a studio, pick up their instruments, and start to play. They were experienced musicians before they released their first LP, The Rolling Stones, and the high quality of the musicianship on that album proves it. Because their primary interest at that time was rhythm & blues, most of the tunes on that album are familiar. Still, a certain aura of excitement is present on these cuts that make them seem distinctly the Stones, even today. Much of the album is pure imitation: Jagger saying “buzz a while” on “King Bee,” a direct lift from Slim Harpo’s rendition, or Richards lifting Berry’s guitar from “Carol.” But this is the Stones learning the tricks of the trade. They’re getting their feet on the ground with some basic rhythm & blues material. They are trying to master and imitate the styles of Jimmy Reed, Muddy Waters (the only case in which they’re completely unsuccessful), Chuck Berry, Marvin Gaye, Rufus Thomas, and Buddy Holly, all people whose material is performed on this album. On the whole it is an exciting record, and shows the instrumental capacity of the group beginning to blossom.
From the point of view of original material, the first album offered no great promise. Two of the originals were group jams; the other was a wretched C—A minor—F—G tune that sounded like it belonged in the early sixties—”Tell Me You’re Coming Back to Me.” Unlike many of the original-material-based groups, the Stones developed slowly as songwriters. Their second album, 12×5, which was pretty much a comedown from the first, presented some particularly bad material, e.g., “She’s Grown Up All Wrong,” amidst fine original and traditional rhythm & blues. “Time ls on My Side,” however, was the first good example of what was to become the Stones’ approach.
When you come to The Rolling Stones, Now!, their third album, you are dealing with a higher breed of animal. That album represents a synthesis of the Stones’ work in the rhythm & blues tradition (“Little Red Rooster,” “Down Home Girl,” “You Can’t Catch Me”) with a now strongly developing, but r&b-based, songwriting style (“Surprise, Surprise,” “What a Shame”). It’s a great piece of work from every conceivable point of view. And the first album on which Mick Jagger’s singing is equal to the playing of the group. A real note of warmth, a sort of balance to the hardness and harshness of the overall sound, is beginning to appear in the playing, and especially in the vocals. Listen to how on “Mona” Jagger yells the name the first time he says it and then almost oozes the name the second time. On “Pain in My Heart,” notice how Jagger bends the “Love me, love me,” at the end of the chorus. He is developing here the capacity to offset his generally harsh vocal style with bits of warmth that are extremely potent. Instrumentally the group isn’t as tight as they were on the first album—l don’t think that Richards has ever equaled his soloing on that first record—but they are a good deal freer, so that we get the totally relaxed yet driving quality of their “You Can’t Catch Me” and the happiness of “We’ve Got a Good Thing Going.” The album, both in original material and standards, represents the height of the Stones’ rhythm & blues playing. And while as a blues group they don’t have the instrumental greatness of some other white blues bands, all of the Stones’ blues have a sort of raw, vital excitement and wholeness that many blues bands of greater technique can’t even begin to approach. In any event, everything the Stones do after this album moves away from conventional rhythm & blues, so this album must stand as their statement on that musical form. It’s damn good.
Before leaving the Stones and blues, a word about lead guitarist Keith Richards. On these first three albums his overall level of performance is fantastically high. His style of soloing is hard rock as opposed to pure blues. The difference is that in pure blues style—Eric Clapton, B. B. King, Mike Bloomfield—the main point of emphasis is melodic. In hard rock soloing—Dave Davies, Barry Tashian, and Richards—the emphasis is more on building up rhythm. Hard rock soloists will take two-stringed riffs and work them over in a fast, varied way that complements the beat that a hard drummer like Charlie Watts is putting down. Basically all hard rock soloing gets back to the kind of riffing Chuck Berry used on his fast numbers, most importantly “Johnny B. Goode.” Berry played pure blues on his slow pieces, and usually hard rock on the faster numbers. Richards borrows tremendously from Chuck on these first three albums, but never without innovations. “Down the Road Apiece” on the Now album is hard rock playing taken almost exactly from Chuck’s recording in the earlier choruses, but later develops into pure Richards (Berry version is on Chess 1448). Overall, Keith’s performance on these three albums is enough to make him the best recorded hard rock lead outside of Berry himself. Check especially “Empty Heart,” “Little by Little,” “You Can’t Catch Me,” “lt’s All Over Now,” and what I consider to be Keith’s best hard rock performance, “Route 66” (in which he outdoes the Berry original with a beautiful series of riffs and slides). The main thing to listen for in Richards is not Clapton-type runs but the way in which the riffs and rhythmized lead blend perfectly into the new sound, and the way his soloing always heightens the excitement of the performance.
Everything after The Rolling Stones, Now! points in one direction. The Stones have assimilated and created their own r&b style. They have gone through a period in which they’ve all mastered their instruments. Now they’re ready to create their own brand of rock. Out of Our Heads does the trick. “The Last Time” and “Satisfaction,” both tremendous hits, guarantee that the Stones will never be able to go back to doing other people’s material, by sheer virtue of the popularity of these new originals. People like the new Rolling Stones. Hence, even though Heads is loaded with other people’s r&b, most of it done up to standard, that aspect is now completely overshadowed by the original material. That’s what people want to hear since “Satisfaction.” To talk about the Stones’ development as an original-material-based group it’s easier to discuss their most recent singles, as opposed to albums. The singles I want to comment on are: “Last Time,” “Satisfaction,” “Get Off of My Cloud,” “19th Nervous Breakdown,” and “Paint lt, Black.” In the songs up to “Breakdown,” the Stones project an image of themselves as wild, arrogant, egocentric, and rebellious. The songs are all fantastic. “Last Time” has an ominous quality I’ve never heard re-created by any other band performing this song. It’s like the way every high school kid would like to be able to talk to his girl. It is almost evangelistic in its threatening tone. “Satisfaction” is lyrically a variation on the theme, expressed in such an aesthetically perfect way that it multiplies the impact of “Last Time” to infinity. “Satisfaction” is so perfect in its expression of general discontent that it really leaves the Stones very little room to develop further this emotional basis for communication. Resultantly, as good as “Get Off of My Cloud” is, it is only second-rate Stones when compared to “Satisfaction.” Of course, “Cloud” is marred by a sloppy performance, something which is certainly not true of “Satisfaction” (it can be considered one of the half dozen finest singles ever made). Still, with “Breakdown” the Stones seem to acknowledge that they have pursued the “Satisfaction” line as far as it can go and that they’re prepared to try something new.
Instrumentally the Stones on these three singles are developing the toughest instrumental sound on the scene. On “Last Time,” Brian Jones plays what has to be the perfect figure for that song. Richards’s fuzz-tone on “Satisfaction” is the best use that little device has ever been put to. And on “Cloud” it’s Charles’s drumming that catches us—the Watts roll that Charlie turns into a trademark on Between the Buttons.
From “Breakdown” on, the band continues to tighten and toughen its instrumental sound, but the lyric and mood gradually begin to shift. “Breakdown” is analytic. Not only is Jagger accusing and shouting, he’s finally trying to explain his involvements and situation: “On our first trip l tried so hard to rearrange your mind / But after a while I realized you were disarranging mine.” The pure violence is gone. There’s a little humility beginning to creep in: “Nothing I do don’t seem to work / It only seems to make matters worse.” Finally, in “Paint It, Black” we get a masterpiece; a hard rock band giving us a hard rock sound, but communicating a deep and confusing emotional situation that completely transcends the emotional simplicity of “Satisfaction” lyrically, while retaining all the drive and excitement of that record musically.