In which you slow dance with the one and only Star-Lord. (insp.)
so desperately wanted to be called Star-Lord, but everyone called him Quill.
Except for you. You preferred to use Peter, and maybe that was why he fell in
love so hard. Rarely did anyone address him without a tinge of sarcasm or
playful banter in their voice—something he was very guilty of reciprocating—but
when you spoke to him, he felt validated in ways he never knew he could. You
gave him a sense of responsibility. A feeling of warmth and excitement. A drive
in life, fueled not by a desire for the admiration of others, but rather, a
need to make you feel the same way he did. Happy.
initial glimpse of Peter was the day of Ronan’s defeat. Hair disheveled.
Clothes torn. Face scratched up. He was dancing to a song you’d never heard,
and your entire body reacted. It tingled and shook from your toes, to your
heart strings, up your throat, to your brain where the sensation settled,
leaving only one thought. Shit. You’d gone through life thinking love at first
sight was nothing more than a myth. But there you were. In love. Or something
like it. You were stubborn when it came to things like that, so you chalked it
up to lust—somehow that felt more dignified.
was alcohol involved in your first encounter. That was always how these things
seemed to go. The big hero, off to celebrate at a local bar; you, the plain
civilian, coincidentally at the same place, standing in a corner. Music was playing, but the melodies were foreign,
and you could only assume that they were his. Most of them were upbeat, but
occasionally things would slow down a little, and that’s when he shined the
brightest. He’d move about the room fluidly, pulling the other patrons close.
Dipping them, spinning them, pressing his body against theirs. Leaving a trail
of longing eyes in his wake. You couldn’t help but feel jealous, but at the
same time, you were grateful. Unless you were alone in the safety of your room,
dancing was not your forte. And so you nursed your drink and watched.
moved closer and you got a better look at his face, confirming that he was the
most unrealistically handsome man you’d ever seen in your life. It was the sort
of thing that held a hypnotic element, capturing your eyes and refusing to let
them free of his spell. The sappiness of it all was enough to make you inwardly
wretch, but as the gap in proximity closed, it became harder to deny fact.
but my theory is that basically they wanted to get those tattoos of each other’s names except they couldn’t because it would’ve looked suspicious so they started this whole poll madness to fool the clique and they were like alright alright if it’s a tie then well and if it isn’t we’ll just hack some shit to make it a tie so that we can get those tattoos without blowing our very bad cover that no one believes in as it is
Today, 4 years ago, one of the greatest bands known broke up. 2 minutes ago, I remembered and started crying.
I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone, but sometimes I wish I had them to walk with.
If you don’t know who I’m talking about, it’s My Chemical Romance, and I fucking miss them.
Not a band, just an idea, but this idea was the best idea someone has ever had.
I think I broke my zipper? | The Music of Harvey Beaks
In the episode “Rock Bark Rocks” Harvey attends his first rock concert and accidentally finds himself caught in a mosh pit. This short chaotic scene reminded me of myself during my first punk shows as a teenager in Los Angeles (It was The Ramones, The Damned, and The Dickies on separate occasions at the Hollywood Palladium). There is a certain level of character building that can only come from getting kicked in the head to your favorite music– and a sense of hope that can only come from falling on your ass in a mosh pit… only to be rescued by a swarm of disembodied hands reaching down to pick you up.
I thought to myself, “Why can’t Harvey be stuck in the pit while one of my favorite punk bands is playing?” So I reached out to singer of the seminal Los Angeles punk band, The Dickies (The inimitable Leonard Graves Phillips) and asked if he wouldn’t mind singing on a 30-second song I wrote. I sent him the instrumental music and waited. A few days later I get a 5am text from Leonard with the following lyrics:
I got OCD. Don’t you pick on me. Zipper. I think I broke my zipper.
I’m not one to argue with genius. I’ve admired Leonard since I was a kid. I told him it was perfect and a week later he was in my studio recording these very words. I just love that he sat there listening to my song and these were the lyrics that popped in his head. Life is absurd. I love how it came out and so honored to have this tiny connection to my favorite wobbly-voiced musician. Incidentally, this song is far from featured in the episode, it goes by very quickly and it’s low in the mix, but that’s why I put these videos up with the full volume mixes.
THE DICKIES formed in 1977 and are one of the greatest melodic punk bands of all time. Truly underrated, although they did have some much deserved success with the cult film “Killer Klowns from Outer space” and most recently, on the soundtrack to “KICK ASS” with their Banana Splits anthem. Enjoy! -Ego
Funny how the universe
always finds a way of healing wounds and one of its greatest band-aids is time.
Three Years Later, New York City…
The scent of the air was definitely different,
but the energy of New York is a different break from Seoul. You dragged your
small suitcase behind you and searched for a familiar face in the sea of people
who were also waiting for the other arrivals. You spot a petite figure holding
up a cute card with your name on it.
She waves happily, “언니!”
You wave back and approached her with light
steps. “Dachi! Long time no see!” You give her a one-armed hug which
she returned gleefully.
“Ah, you’re really here! Feels like
yesterday when we were overthinking this whole trip.” She laughed as
she expertly led you through the airport. “You have to tell me everything!
Aren’t you starving? Wanna grab a quick bite first or should we go straight
where your boyfriend is?”
“He can wait. I need some food in my
system.” You chuckled, while you did miss him, food comes first.
“So… How’s New York? You look like you’ve adjusted pretty well over the
Dachi shrugs pompously and you ruffle her hair.
“I’m still me but if it weren’t for your English lessons, I would’ve
evaporated.” She hails a cab and you quickly give directions to your
boyfriend’s shared flat where you will be staying for the next two weeks.
“There’s a really great pizza place near the flat. You should eat nothing
but New York pizza today. I’ll treat you!”
You laugh and look out the window, suddenly
recalling how your strange friendship with Dachi began. After the whole ruckus,
Dachi had gone back to school and established her fame as a genius pianist in
the university and Jin, being the nosey pants that he was, assigned you to cover
Dachi’s story for one of his final student council projects. You learned then
that she was just young and prone to stupidity and that you were being petty
for harboring a grudge against a person who only loved to the point of
Apologies were made, introductions were properly
redone and the rest was history.
You were so lost in the memories that you hadn’t
noticed that you’ve arrived.
“You have a key, right?” Dachi asked
as you two ascended the stairs. She left you to grab something in her flat
which was only two floors above your boyfriend’s.
You took in the idyllic room, remembering his
strict instructions not to open the blue door on the right because that was his
roommate’s room and go to the white one on the other side instead. Twisting the
door open, you smiled at the immediate sight that greeted you. The room was
simple and bright, much like his personality. On the bed was a bear wearing
your shirt and a bouquet of peonies.
You set your bags in a corner and went to his
desk,. Finally recognizing the background, as you stood by it, that you’ve seen
through countless video calls. Framed pictures of your selcas with him and that
one artsy shot of you looking at each other taken by Hoseok’s girlfriend. You
invited yourself over to the bed and took out the card from the peonies.
‘Ah… I have to say something
romantic, but I want to see you as soon as possible, so get out of the house
now.’ It said and you laughed like a lunatic.
“Y/N-unnie, let’s go! We’re
going to be late.” Dachi’s voice rang through the apartment and you immediately
grabbed your carry-on bag to meet her in the hallway. You linked your arms with
her as you descended into the streets of downtown New York once more and though
Dachi frowned at your choice of pizza, she chatted animatedly about her life in
New York and her stint as a pianist for the New York City Ballet Orchestra as
you both walked towards your next destination.
“Oh, by the way, Yoongi sends his regards. I guess it’s his
way of saying, ‘Hi, I’m fine. Hope you’re doing okay.’” You cut through her
story about missing japchae and k-pop. You saw how she tried to hide the blush
that crept on her cheek. It was undeniable that she was still crushing on
Yoongi after all these time.
“D-Did he really say that?” she sputtered out as you crossed
at an intersection.
“Gosh, you’re so cute.” You remarked and she shot you a look
before you finally said, “Yes! He’s sending his regards, but I hope you don’t
get your hopes up ‘coz he’s dating someone.”
“Wh-Who said I was getting my hopes up?” she huffed and let
go of your arm pretending to be mad as she walked ahead of you.
You rolled your eyes and chuckled under your breath, pulling
out your phone to send a quick text when you bumped into someone, briefly
losing your balance until the other person steadied you.
“Y/N?” His deep voice was as alluring as he tried to meet
“Namjoon! What a coincidence, I was just about to text you.”
You both exchanged a friendly embrace before pulling away to take in each other’s
appearance. He was in a dapper suit with his signature glasses and sleeked back
hair. “You look great!”
“Really?” He averted your gaze easily, the way he always did
when he received compliments, and flashed you a dimpled smile when he
recovered. “Thanks, so do you! It’s great to see you here in New York, Y/N and
congratulations on landing that job by the way, I knew you’d get it.”
“I wouldn’t have gotten it without your help, Joonie.” You laughed,
the old nickname immediately surfacing without a hint of awkwardness.
“What help? It was pure coincidence, but makes me think how small
the world is. When my girlfriend saw your resume, she simply asked me out of
chance and how can I not put in a good word for you after everything we’ve been
through?” he shrugged, taking a sip out of a coffee cup that he’s been holding.
“You mean how I slaved under your office during senior year,
Mr. President? You know what, looking back, you do owe me a few things.” You teased
and he easily snickered along. “Anyway, let’s catch up soon? I’ll be going to
the company to sign a few papers on Monday anyway.”
“Yeah, sure! Just let me know. I’m busy with transferring to
the new firm and all that, but I can make time.”
“Okay, see you around.” You passed by each other, but when
you were a few paces ahead, you turned around and called, “Hey, Attorney Kim!”
He turned to look at you with an amused smile at his
newfound nickname, “I’m not an attorney yet!”
“You will be!” you held up your best ‘fighting’ pose and he
shook his head in embarrassment. When he already pivoted on his way, you said
in the sincerest manner, “Thank you for being my friend, Namjoon-ah.”
Suddenly, you felt Dachi grab your elbow and drag you in the
opposite direction, “Let’s go! You’re so slow.”
In a matter of moments, moments that didn’t prepare you at
all for the sudden influx of emotions, you were sitting in front of a stage where
hours later, a huge winter gala will be held. Dachi winked at you and beamed as
she sat on the piano bench. The lights dimmed and the music played for the rehearsal
of one of New York’s finest dance companies. Your heart was drumming a faster
rhythm than the piano accompaniment and your fingers were twitching in
anticipation until finally, you saw him.
With his silver hair and fair skin, his dainty fingers… all
clad in black as he flew onstage where he always felt like a thousand miles
away and yet, you knew that’s exactly where he belongs. He didn’t belong to
you, he never did. You were someone whose hands he held along the way and when
the time came, you were the first to set him free.
And yet there you were because you said you can wait. When
the music came to an end, he didn’t even spare a second and jumped off the
stage, barefoot and short of breaths. He closed the distance between you in
three, easy strides and gathered you in his arms to kiss you. You tried to meet
him halfway, launching yourself towards him and wrapped him tight in your
His kiss was as sweet as that first drunken night years ago
and your veins sung for his name as you both inhaled each other’s scent.
Park Jimin, Park Jimin, Park Jimin… your head went
completely white and only his passion-colored name was imprinted in your
thoughts as he kissed you deeper, his tongue caressing yours in an urgent
manner. He would not have pulled away if the dance company and the orchestra
hadn’t started applauding. Most of them hollering in disbelief at how cute,
bubbly Jimin was locking lips with a girl they’ve never met before.
Goosebumps covered your arms when his eyes met yours. “Hi.” He
barely said in his sweet tone before he went in for another kiss. “Y/N, my Y/N,
you’re here.” He chanted against the crook of your neck as held you close. “I
missed you so, so much. I can’t believe you’re finally here with me.”
You could tell from the way his voice cracked that he was
close to tears while you were already shedding them. “You’re so clingy. We just
haven’t seen each other for one and a half year…” You muttered against his
chest. “…one and a half year that felt like it was 10.”
“I know, finally.” He kissed you again then kissed your
forehead. “Finally, I’m right where I belong.”
“Here in this hall?”
“No, with you.” You laughed at his cheesy remark, but your
heart swelled at the thought that he was longing for you as much as you were
longing for him. “You’re home, my own personal home.”
“Welcome home, then, love.” You smiled and he wiped your
And when the lights, the music, the glitter and the noise of
New York City died down that night, you only listened to the sound of each
other’s heart as you lay in bed, skin to skin, lips to lips.
You chose a path and you were glad that it led to that one
exact moment in the lifetime of moments you wish to share with Jimin.
End of Epilogue.
Summary: It’s the number one rule: you should never fall in love with your best friend or worse, Min Yoongi. With love in the equation, it becomes much difficult to find the right answer. Is it really true that you can’t choose who you fall in love with?
a/n: Hey lifetime of moments anon, I finally used your
phrase! Lol here’s the epilogue I had the idea to make it longer and more
comprehensive, but I guess this captured what I wanted to tell. Not my best to be honest, but… ah, I don’t
have excuses. byeeeee
Summary: Sami comes home early to find you dancing in the kitchen in his shirt and your underwear. Fluff and smut ensue.
* * * *
It was a Sunday morning, and you had just barely opened your eyes. Sunlight was streaming in through the small crack in the curtains. You sighed and turned your head towards Sami’s side of the bed. You sighed when you realized that he wasn’t there. He was on the road doing a string of shows with WWE. He wouldn’t be home for another two days.
You had lived with Sami for a little under a month. He had asked you to move in, and initially, you were scared. You would be packing up your life and moving not just to another city, but another country, to live with Sami. You had your worries. Sami wasn’t home all the time, which meant you would be left at home more often than not in a city you didn’t really know. But Sami assured you that you would be safe. And living with Sami meant you got to see him two nights a week rather than two nights a month.
When Sami was home, it was great. You couldn’t be happier. You were living with the man of your dreams. What could be better than that? But it was harder when he was gone. You were in a big house, by yourself, in a city where you didn’t know anyone. You didn’t have girlfriends you could call up to go shopping or get your nails done. You didn’t have anyone to go downtown to have a drink with. You went to work and then came straight home. It was a dull routine but one that you accepted because it meant more time with Sami. And you knew your family and old friends were only a phone call or Skype call away when you needed them.
You laid your head down on Sami’s pillow smiling as the faint smell of his shampoo filled your nostrils. You closed your eyes, hoping to get a little more sleep before you had to get up. It was no use, though. After laying there and trying to fall asleep for twenty minutes, you realized you weren’t going to go back to sleep anytime soon.
You pulled the blankets off yourself and made your way into the bathroom. You took a long relaxing shower and then pulled on a pair of red lace panties and one of Sami’s t-shirts. Since it was just you at the house, you didn’t bother to put on pants.
You made your way downstairs to the kitchen. You started a cup of coffee in the Keurig and leaned against the counter as you scrolled through Twitter and Instagram as your coffee brewed.
You had just finished looking at Instagram posts a bunch of the Superstars and Divas had posted from a bar last night. You smiled when you saw one Sami posted of him and Kevin. Despite their on-screen hatred of each other, in real life, the two of them were closer than brothers. So much so, that Kevin was one of the very few people that had a key to your house. Kevin had his arm draped around Sami’s shoulders and they both looked genuinely happy, a sight you loved to see.
You added some cream and sugar to your coffee and took a sip just as a growl came from your stomach. You decided to make yourself some breakfast. You walked over to the fridge and got the carton of eggs out along with some bacon. You turned the stove on and carefully placed the bacon into one pan and cracked a few eggs into the other.
You opened Spotify on your phone and began to play some Metallica, a band you loved thanks to Sami. You started to rock out and dance as you got more and more into the music. It began with a slight head bob and turned into a full on rock out session in the middle of the kitchen.
You heard a chuckle from behind you along with some clapping. You froze. Who was in your house? And how had they gotten in? The front door was locked, you were sure of it. Only Sami, Kevin, and Sami’s mom had a key to your house. Sami and Kevin were in another state for work, and it was too early for Sami’s mom to come over.
“And the crowd goes wild! Let’s hear it for Y/n, the sexiest breakfast making girlfriend in the world!” You heard that all too familiar voice say as you felt the blush creep to your cheeks in embarrassment.
Your lips curved into a smile as you spun around and saw Sami leaning against the doorway of the kitchen with a big grin on his face.
You ran over to him and jumped into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. He put a hand under your butt and on around your lower back to support you as you buried your face into his shoulder. You clung to him like your life depended on it. It had been two long weeks without Sami. He wasn’t able to come home last week because it was too far to travel back home.
He stood there with you in his arms for a few minutes as the two of you enjoyed just being able to hold each other again. It felt so good to have his arms around you again. It felt like you were at home in his arms for the first time in two weeks. You took a deep breath as you smelled the cologne radiating off his chest.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming home? I would’ve picked you up.” You said.
“I wanted to surprise you.”
“I didn’t even hear you come in.” You said. “You about gave me a heart attack.”
“I’m sorry, baby.” He said as he set you back down on your feet but made sure to keep his arms around you. “I enjoyed the show, though. My sexy girlfriend rocking out to one of the greatest bands in the world in my shirt and those cute little panties that don’t cover anything…it was quite a show.” He said with a smirk.
“It’s so embarrassing.” You said as you hid your face in his shirt so that he couldn’t see you blushing.
“Babe, that was not embarrassing…It was actually kind of sexy.” He whispered. He then moved his lips down to your neck. He placed his lips on the sensitive spot as the base of your neck and gently sucked on it.
You leaned your head back to give Sami more access as a sigh escaped your lips.
“I missed you.” He whispered as he pulled away from your neck to look at you.
“I missed you too.” You said. You felt his hands slide down your sides to rest on your hips.
“Think we could put breakfast on hold for just a little bit?” He asked.
“Depends. What do you have in mind?” You asked.
“Making up for all the nights I wasn’t home to make love to you.” He said.
Your lips curved into a smile. “I think we can postpone breakfast for that.”
He walked over to the stove and turned it off before lifting you into his arms and carrying you down the hallway to the bedroom.
He gently laid you on the bed, and you noticed that his eyes caught something about you. You turned your head to see what he was looking at. His eyes were locked on something on your nightstand, but you weren’t sure what it was.
“What are you looking at?” You asked.
“That picture from NXT the night I won my first championship.” He said. “It wasn’t there when I left.”
“Oh…um, yeah. I wanted a picture of us by the bed so I put it there. Is that okay?” You asked.
“More than okay.” He said. “You remember that night?”
“Yeah. I do.” You said as you smiled at the picture. In the picture, Sami was sweaty from his hard-fought win, but he looked so proud as one arm held the title over his shoulder while the other was wrapped around you. You had slid into the ring to congratulate him and were the second person to embrace him, right behind Kevin.
You looked up at Sami and couldn’t help but smile. You still couldn’t believe he was actually home. He crawled onto the bed and placed his hand on your cheek. Slowly, he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. You closed your eyes, and savored the taste of his lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. Sami’s hands moved to your waist as he held you tightly.
His tongue ran over your bottom lip, asking for entrance. Your lips parted, and his tongue quickly found its way inside your mouth. You ran your hands down his shirt, stopping at the hem to pull it off. His hands reached for the hem of his t-shirt you were wearing and quickly made work of pulling it off you. His tongue ran over his lips as his eyes roamed your nearly naked from in front of him.
“God I’m one lucky guy.” He said.
He climbed off the bed and unbuttoned and unzipped the jeans he was wearing and slid them down his legs. He then crawled back on the bed and slid his hands up your thighs as he leaned down and pressed his lips to your neck. His hand slid to your lace covered core, and he began to rub circles against your clit through the material. A soft moan escaped your lips as you felt the knot in your stomach start to form.
It had been two weeks since you had been touched and it felt incredible to have Sami’s hands on your again.
He began to gently suck on your spot as his fingers pushed the material of your panties to the side and he slipped a finger into you.
Your back arched off the back at the feeling of his finger pumping in and out of you.
“S-Sami,” you moaned out.
“Feel good, baby?” He asked before adding a second finger.
“Y-yes.” You said as you closed your eyes and leaned your head back against the pillow.
One of your hands ran through Sami’s hair as the other slid down and began to palm him over his boxers. He groaned, and once he was fully hard, you slipped your hand underneath the material and started to pump him.
“I need to be inside you.” Sami groaned out as he pulled his hand out from your panties and quickly slid them off you. He climbed off the bed to pull his boxers off. He reached down and grabbed your legs and wrapped them around his waist and positioned himself at your entrance.
He paused for a moment and looked at you, almost as if asking if it was okay.
“Please, Sami.” You said as you lifted your hips up to try and relieve some of the tension.
He slowly pushed himself in until he was all the way in.
“You’re so tight, baby.” He groaned out as he closed his eyes. He paused for a few moments before sliding out and pushing back in. You dug your nails into his back as his thrusts got deeper and deeper.
His thrusts were going at a steady pace, you could already feel the knot forming in your stomach. He had one hand on your hip and the other holding himself up near the side of your head. You felt your muscles start to burn and you felt that knot tightening inside of you.
“I’m gonna come, baby.” Sami breathed out.
“I’m almost there.” You replied.
Sami’s hand slid from your hip to rub figure eights on your clit. That was the final thing you needed. You felt yourself go over the edge as your orgasm hit you and you released on Sami’s dick.
A few moments later Sami hit his high, and you felt him still as he released hot spurts inside you. He pulled out and rolled over onto the bed next to you. You both laid there on your backs looking up at the ceiling with heavy breaths and a layer of sweat on your bodies.
“Welcome home, Sami.” You finally managed to say.
He smiled and rolled onto his side to face you. He reached out and ran his thumb across your cheeks.
“I love coming home to this.” He said before he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.
Hey, it’s Alexia. The Runaways are one of my favorite bands that I’ve been listening to, yet I feel that they’re so underrated. These girls were pretty much the first all girl rock band to become well known, but they faded out after about 3 years. I’d like to tell you guys why they’re awesome and recommend some of their work to you!
The Runaways’ original lineup (my personal favorite lineup of the many there were and the only one I’ll talk about in detail) consisted of Cherie Currie on lead vocals, Joan Jett on rhythm guitar, Lita Ford on lead guitar, Jackie Fox on bass, and Sandy West on drums. This lineup remained from 1976-77 when Jackie and Cherie left the band and Joan took over lead vocals with Vicki Blue on bass.
The two albums up above, Queens of Noise and their self-titled debut album, are their two albums I like best. Their self-titled album is awesome for those who like tough, dirty rock and roll. Tracks like Dead End Justice and Cherry Bomb are super heavy, and I find it totally great how these girls play their instruments. Lita Ford’s guitar solos on this album are short but sweet and Cherie Currie’s vocals just make the album just what it is: an iconic rock and roll album. Queens of Noise is a great guitar-dominated album. The Runaways did most of their live performances with songs from this album and I feel like it’s a really fun, energetic LP to listen to.
The members of the Runaways were undoubtedly awesome, and with good reason. My favorite member, Lita Ford, is a music icon. She’s an amazing guitarist influenced strongly by Blackmore and Hendrix. She went on into the eighties to have a solo career being the first woman in metal. Cherie Currie is the band’s looks, famous for her lingerie on stage and her shrieking vocals on tracks like Cherry Bomb. Joan Jett is probably the most known member of the band. She’s influenced by glam rock, punk, and her role model Suzi Quatro. She went on into the eighties as well to continue a career in hard rock. A lesser known member of the band, Jackie Fox, was probably the girly-girl of the band. She was seen on stage in heels, leotards, and sparkly clothing. Lastly, Sandy West, who sadly died, was the athlete. She was an amazing drummer who loved using cymbals in the songs of the Runaways. She, like Joan Jett, was in the band from the start.
Personally, I love the Runaways. I feel like they were one of the greatest new wave bands, influenced by hard rock and punk, despite their short time together. My favorite year for them was 1976 because of their wonderful debut album, great early live performances, and the lineup that was together from that year into 77. The Runaways also were great style icons, with all of the girls’ diverse fashion senses, from punk to a typical late seventies look. The Runaways were, in so many ways, a great band, and made history in the music industry. They were and still are sadly underrated, but that will never change the fact that they made a big statement in rock and roll that can still be felt to this day.
On this day in music history: May 24, 1968 - “Jumpin’ Jack Flash” by The Rolling Stones is released (US release date is on June 1, 1968). Written by Mick Jagger and Keith Richards, it is the eighteenth US (seventeenth UK) single by the iconic London based rock band fronted by lead vocalist Mick Jagger. In early 1968, Jagger is staying at band mate Keith Richards countryside home Redlands in West Wittering, Sussex, UK, while the pair are working on material for the next Rolling Stones album. Mick is awoken one morning by the sound of Richards’ gardener Jack Dyer walking past his window. When Mick asks who it is, Keith replies, “Oh that’s Jack, jumpin’ jack”. Jagger takes Richards statement, and is immediately inspired to begin writing lyrics. Keith comes up with main riff and chords that evolve into “Jumpin’ Jack Flash”, with the pair finishing the song quickly. The track is recorded at Olympic Studios in London on April 20, 1968 during sessions for the bands next album “Beggar’s Banquet”. Keith achieves the songs unique guitar sound by using a Gibson Hummingbird acoustic guitar tuned to an open D chord, then placing a capo on the neck. He then records the guitar (actually two guitars, with the second tuned to a higher octave) with a Philips cassette recorder using the players external condenser mic, then bouncing it back to multi-track tape. Issued as a stand alone single, “Jumpin’ Jack Flash” marks the Stones return to their trademark blues rooted sound after experimenting with psychedelic music on their two previous albums. In time, it is regarded as one of the bands greatest and most often covered songs. The single is backed with non-LP B-side “Child Of The Moon”. At the time of the singles release, it is accompanied by a promotional film directed by Michael Lindsey-Hogg (“Let It Be”), in which The Rolling Stones perform the song with all of the band members appearing with painted faces and heavy makeup. The songs title also becomes the basis of and major plot point of a Penny Marshall directed comedy in 1986 starring Whoopi Goldberg. Aretha Franklin records a cover of the song for the film, produced by Keith Richards, who also plays guitar on the track. The Rolling Stones original version of “Jumpin’ Jack Flash” hits number one on the UK singles chart, peaking at number three on the Billboard Hot 100 in July 1968, and is certified Gold in the US by the RIAA.
On this day in music history: May 12, 1972 - “Exile On Main Street”, the tenth (twelfth US) album by The Rolling Stones is released. Produced by Jimmy Miller, it is recorded at Olympic Studios in London, Sunset Sound Recorders in Hollywood, CA, Stargroves in Hampshire, UK, and Villa Nellcôte in Villefranche-sur-Mer, Côte d'Azur, France with The Rolling Stones Mobile Studio from June 1969 - March 1972. The bulk of the sessions take place at Olympic in London and Keith Richards villa on the French Riviera, though recording is long and arduous, hampered by Richards heroin use and unavailability of Mick Jagger and Bill Wyman at various times. Mixing various genres of music, critical and fan reaction is mixed initially. In time it is regarded as one of the bands greatest works. It spins off two singles including “Tumbling Dice” (#7 Pop) and “Happy” (#22 Pop). The original vinyl LP package comes with a perforated sheet with twelve postcards featuring pictures taken by photographer Norman Seeff. In May of 2010, the album is remastered and reissued, including a bonus disc with ten additional tracks including the previously unreleased “Plundered My Soul” which is issued as a limited edition 7" for Record Store Day in April of 2010. “Exile On Main Street” spends two weeks at number one on the UK album chart, four weeks at number one on the Billboard Top 200, and is certified Platinum in the US by the RIAA.