My mate Bouncer died yesterday. He’d lived with us for 13 years as a furry, purring, permanently migrating ornament.
I didn’t know I could feel such grief for a witless bag of bones who destroyed my favourite sofa and crapped in the shower tray.
Below is a picture taken on the day he selected me at the animal shelter.
The Rolling Stones - Sympathy for the Devil
Almost the definitive version of their (probable) greatest song. Two guitar solos, Jagger in unbelievable form; but the real magic here is the fluidity of that Wyman/Watts rhythm section.
That’s what other bands couldn’t touch.
1970.