Smiles
“Now I'm in my car
I got the radio on
I'm yellin' at the kids in the back seat
'Cause they're bangin' like Charlie Watts.”
John Hiatt’s famous lyrics from his masterpiece of a song, “Slow Turning,” floored me the first time I heard them and every time since—some lyrics are just like that. They speak the truth in subtle and more obvious ways. Hiatt’s lyrics have an immersive effect because they conjure that synchronicity you feel while your driving with the radio and the kids are banging on the seats in time with the road and the music—just like Charlie Watts, Rolling Stone, the ultimate keeper of musical time.
Watts’s died at 80 last month marking the beginning of the end of an era. Now, Mick and Keith survive as the last original Stones left standing. Brian’s gone, Ian “Stu” Stewart their beloved co-founder, long-time studio keyboard player and road manager died in ’85. Wyman retired in ’93.
Charlie Watts was the ingredient that fused the Stones concoctions so seamlessly, and he made it appear effortless. But don’t take it from me, take it from another all-time great, Stewart Copeland, drummer for The Police, who said upon Watts’ death, “you can analyze Charlie Watts, but that still won’t get you to his feel and his distinct personality. It’s an X-factor, it’s a charisma, it’s an undefinable gift of God.” https://pardot.csis.org/e/906722/watch-v-4oPInSfh6H4/328nph/238111350?h=ObT3tBCx6h17N81aXIzXqXtWO1vfuHAMbay1SPynah8
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