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Any young Rolling Stones fan ready to move onto a deeper exploration of the Stones' saga will soon confront Marianne Faithfull: sweet young thing of noble breeding, girlfriend of Mick Jagger, protege of Mick, Keef, and Andrew Loog Oldham... This early clip demonstrates the "gimme" in this story: beatiful, young woman with the ability to barely carry a tune and backing from one of the world's greatest acts.
Soon thereafter, she would descend into a hellish world of drugs, free sex, and Mars Bars. She'd hit rock bottom and then heroically rebound with a voice that made Tom Waits sound angelic and barely a trace of her youthful beauty. Next is a clip of her in mid-fall, still wearing an evening gown but looking much more like one of the women from the final scenes in La Dolce Vita than Julie Christie in Darling.
Follow up:
This piece gives a nice summary of the descent and slow rise toward the comeback album, Broken English.
You wouldn't be visiting Rock Town Hall if you didn't know that she wrote a good deal of the Stones' "Sister Morphine" during these worst of times. The bastards tried to rip her off! Personally, I never got the thrill over the Stones' version of "Sister Morphine", but this version by Marianne Faithfull doesn't help matters.
That brings us to the big comeback album, Broken English, and the title track, which was a minor hit right around the time I'd been reading about this curious woman of Stones lore. The reviews for this album were fantastic. Then I heard the music. I didn't get it.
Here's anther track from that album. To be honest, the music's almost cool enough for me in that "I'm getting into Townsman Geo's head" kind of way. Geo, were you big on this album?
Revisiting "Broken English" after all these years I'm still puzzled. Do any of you actually like this music, or do you identify with her personal tale of triumph, kind of the way I suspect the mainstream of downtrodden and emotionally scarred music fans went head over heals for that big comeback record by Tina Turner.
She can't sing, can she? I don't mean she can't sing in a "Bob Dylan doesn't sing in a conventional way" style of not being able to sing, but that she doesn't hit many notes or project a pleasing or otherwise engaging vocal tone. Does she? "Broken English" sounds like a blah Yoko Ono track from Double Fantasy with a 3rd-rate Bonnie Tyler (making Faithfull a 5th-rate Rod Stewart) on vocals.
Is the love for Marianne Faithful all about the fanboy backstory and the triumph over her mostly self-inflicted wounds? The girl had it handed to her on a silver platter and she stuck that Mars Bar where the sun don't shine. Trust me, I'm not an insensitive type, but give me the Dusty Springfield story any day of the week - or the Tina Turner story for that matter. At least they could sing.
I can see how she serves as a den mother to a certain type of delicate rock flower, but please explain her musical appeal.
This is amusing and heartwarming.
This is not. Even huge fans of Marianne Faithfull may be bummed out by the following collaboration.
Certainly I'm missing something. I'm always missing something, and that's why I rely on you. I look forward to your explanations and enlightenment.
Still waiting to hear from Geo, BigSteve, The Great 48, General Slocum, dbuskirk, and some of our other more open-minded Townspeople.
In the late 80's, I worked for a while in a record store outside Philadelphia that some of my fellow townspeople might be familiar with, Plastic Fantastic in Ardmore. The place was owned by a rather (ahem) eccentric guy who used to pull stunts to get a rise out of shoppers. I recall one Friday night around Christmas when the store was packed and he decided to put Marianne Faithfull's "Why'd Ya Do It?" on the in-house stereo and said "watch this". If you’re familiar with the lyrics of the song will understand the shocked looks on the faces of the moms who were shopping with their kids. I had never heard the song before he played and I stood behind the counter dumbstruck that he would play that in front of all of these people.
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