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𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓗𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓰𝓸 (Fair Park Dallas 2004)
Buddy Guy : Vocals & Guitar
Eric Clapton: Guitar
Robert Cray: Guitar
Jimmie Vaughan: Guitar
Hubert Sumlin: Guitar
Billy Pitman: Guitar
Bill Willis: Hammond B-3/Bass pedal
George Rains: Drums
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¿El tacaño más generoso de la historia, o el generoso más tacaño?
Buscó una pelota de golf perdida durante diez minutos. Nadie se atrevió a ayudarlo a encontrarla, y cuando el caddie le sugirió que en su lugar comprara una bola nueva, el hombre más rico del mundo le contestó con genuino asombro: "¿Eh? Deben tener barriles de dinero."
Ese hombre era John D. Rockefeller. En 1901, con 62 años y una fortuna que hoy equivaldría a cientos de miles de millones de dólares, empezó a jugar al golf en su finca de Ormond Beach, Florida. Ordenaba su día como una liturgia: desayuno a las ocho, despacho con su secretario, un vestuario minucioso de guantes, gafas y gorra deportiva, y salida al campo a las diez en punto. Jugaba solo ocho hoyos. Casi nunca perdía más de tres bolas al año, y cuando un caddie no encontraba la suya, le descontaba diez centavos del jornal.
El mismo hombre que regateaba una moneda a un niño que le cargaba los palos llevaba los bolsillos del abrigo llenos de monedas de cinco y diez centavos para repartirlas por buen desempeño. Y no se quedaba en el campo de golf. A lo largo de su vida, Rockefeller entregó personalmente monedas de diez centavos recién acuñadas a cientos, quizás miles de personas que se cruzaban en su camino, sobre todo niños. Se calcula que repartió unos 35.000 dólares en dimes, uno a uno, de su propia mano.
Era bautista devoto y empezó a diezmar sus ingresos desde su primer sueldo como aprendiz de contable, mucho antes de tener nada que dar. Años después lo explicaría así: "Nunca habría podido diezmar el primer millón de dólares que gané si no hubiera diezmado mi primer sueldo." Y sobre el hábito que lo acompañó toda la vida, decía: "Creo que el ahorro es esencial para vivir con orden."
La capa que casi nadie recuerda es la otra cara de esa moneda. Este era, por entonces, el hombre más odiado de Estados Unidos. Standard Oil acababa de ser desmantelada por orden de la Corte Suprema en 1911, acusada de aplastar a la competencia durante treinta años. Ida Tarbell había publicado años antes una investigación demoledora sobre sus métodos. Y sin embargo, ese mismo Rockefeller, el villano de las caricaturas de prensa, se agachaba en la maleza durante diez minutos por una pelota de veinticinco centavos y, media hora después, le regalaba una moneda a un desconocido solo por pararse a charlar un momento.
Hoy, más de cien años después, la gente sigue dejando monedas de diez centavos sobre su tumba en el cementerio de Lakeview, en Cleveland. Nadie se las pide. Simplemente las dejan, como si esa costumbre suya se hubiera quedado flotando en el aire mucho después de que él se fuera.
“Gimme Shelter” – The Voice That Saved It, the Live Fire, and the Song That Signaled the End of the World
On a stage glittering with multicolored lights, Mick Jagger stands center frame in a loose white shirt and flared pants. His voice is tight, slightly raw, carrying an unease that’s hard to shake. Behind him the band plays with real intensity. This isn’t just a performance. It immediately raises the question that has followed “Gimme Shelter” for more than half a century: why did such a dark song become one of the Rolling Stones’ most important works, and why did a woman’s voice end up as its true soul?
The clearest answer lives in the studio recording. Merry Clayton was called in the middle of the night, pregnant, to add backing vocals. Her “Rape, murder…” section is not decoration. It is the moment the song detonates. Clayton’s voice is powerful and desperate at the same time — beautiful and brutal. When she tears into those words, the entire atmosphere shifts. Mick Jagger supplies the danger and the foreboding, but it is Clayton who makes the song unforgettable. This is one of the rare cases where a female voice doesn’t just support a male-led track — it rescues and completes it.
In the version captured in the video, the focus locks onto Mick Jagger. He uses his whole body and his eyes to transmit that same sense of dread. The way he leans, the way he looks upward, the way his voice cracks at the peaks — all of it creates a hot, immediate energy. Jagger turns the stage into the place where the song is happening right now, not merely being retold. The fierce backing vocal still cuts through, making the already dark atmosphere even sharper.
The historical moment that produced “Gimme Shelter” only deepens its weight. The late 1960s were drowning in chaos: the Vietnam War, assassinations, riots, street violence. The song arrived like a warning. The lyrics never name a specific event, yet the feeling is unmistakable — something is breaking apart, and no one can find shelter. The slow groove, the guitar riff that slices like a blade, everything builds the impression of an approaching apocalypse. That feeling wasn’t invented later. It was already there when the song was written.
Many people ask whether “Gimme Shelter” is the Rolling Stones’ greatest song. Compared with “Satisfaction,” “Paint It Black,” or “Sympathy for the Devil,” it lacks easy catchiness and an immediately hummable melody. But that lack of comfort is exactly its strength. It never tries to please the listener. It demands that you face the unease head-on. Combined with Merry Clayton’s irreplaceable contribution, the song reaches a level of completeness rare even in the Stones’ catalog.
The most frightening and most admirable thing about “Gimme Shelter” is that it has never agreed to become a comfortable song. It still stands there, cold and sharp, refusing to be tamed. Every time Merry Clayton’s voice rips through the air, every time Mick Jagger lets the dread pour out of his body, the listener is pushed back into the proper place: not someone being comforted, but someone forced to look straight at the chaos. The song doesn’t need to be loved in the usual way. It only needs to be remembered — and it has done that better than almost anything else.
August 18th 1997 - The Rolling Stones announce plans for their upcoming Bridges To Babylon tour in grand style. The band rolls up to the Brooklyn Bridge in New York in a red '55 Cadillac with Mick at the wheel.
Eric explains the process of recording 'Riding With The King' with B.B. King, and how they captured the live energy of the album.
The remastered and expanded reissue of B.B. and Eric's Grammy Award-winning album 'Riding With The King' is now available on CD and 180G gold vinyl at the link below.
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