{"id":319,"date":"2007-02-26T22:43:51","date_gmt":"2007-02-27T03:43:51","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2008-12-10T16:16:39","modified_gmt":"2008-12-10T16:16:39","slug":"in-defense-of-the-rolling-stones-lemgtat","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/in-defense-of-the-rolling-stones-lemgtat\/","title":{"rendered":"In Defense of The Rolling Stones’ Tattoo You<\/em>"},"content":{"rendered":"

Townswoman Citizen Mom<\/strong>, inspired by the taunting of Rock Town Hall’s anti-Ron Wood stance, decided to defend the band’s Tattoo You<\/em> album. For fear of being excomunicated from the Halls of Rock, Citizen Mom originally published this piece in econoculture.com<\/a>. After reassurances that any stance is worth taking on Rock Town Hall, she decided to come forward and share her views with us. For this, we thank you!<\/em><\/p>\n

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Journey with me, if you will, back to a time not so long ago \u2013 a time when The Rolling Stones<\/strong> were still a viable rock band, before they just started sending the fossilized remains out on tour every few years. Before Keith Richards had shit growing out of his hair, before Jerry Hall<\/strong> finally threw Mick out for good, before they had daughters tall and gorgeous enough to be the kind of women their fathers would date. <\/p>\n

During that dusky time, between when the sun set on disco and rose on \u201cThriller\u201d<\/strong> and hair metal<\/strong>, even a bunch of castoff tracks from previous Stones albums, slapped together with a few new numbers so the band could have something to promote on an upcoming world tour, could kick ass. <\/p>\n

That time, my friends, was 1981, and the album was Tattoo You<\/a><\/em>, also known as the Last Great Rolling Stones Record<\/strong> and the band\u2019s last full-length release to hit #1 on the American charts. It\u2019s pretty well buried under the mountain of undeserved rockist scorn, but there are some damn fine songs lurking between \u201cStart Me Up\u201d and \u201cWaiting On a Friend,\u201d the two wildly successful singles that bookend the album. <\/p>\n

Still, the snitch keep snitchin\u2019 and the bitches keep bitchin\u2019, and when I pitched this piece to Econo<\/em>, the response I got back from my editor went like this: \u201cI dare you to defend that crap album. \u2018Waiting on a Friend\u2019 is great. But the rest — ugh. Do we really need to hear \u2018Start Me Up\u2019 ever again?\u201d <\/p>\n

Yeah, we\u2019ve all heard \u201cStart Me Up\u201d a million times, but should its Awesome ’80s ubiquity doom the entire album? I blame this on that friggin\u2019 bodysuit<\/strong> — you know what I\u2019m talking about: