Re: Deconstructing the 1973 European Tour
Date: October 20, 2006 20:56
A superb thread, and some equally great postings…
I was fortunate enough to have attended the Wembley, September 9th show, as well as the first of the two Manchester gigs a couple of days later, and regard them to this day, as two of the finest concerts that I have ever seen. However, in keeping within the spirit of bassplayer’s attempt at deconstructing the ’73 tour, there’ll be no histrionics here. I will try and be as critical and objective as possible.
My first recollection of that Wembley Empire Pool gig was the unbelievable air of excitement and expectation outside the venue itself, and even with Billy Preston’s support spot well under way, the number of people looking for tickets, must surely have been in the thousands. The word had clearly got out that this was something to behold, and those wanting a last minute piece of the action were no doubt swelled further by the droves of awestruck, disbelieving souls who had come back for more of the same.
Catching the last few songs from Billy Preston’s set, it’s worth recalling that in terms of getting a crowd off its collective feet and creating an atmosphere, there has probably been no better warm-up artiste ever, and to his eternal credit, he worked that audience as impressively as anyone I’d ever seen before, or have witnessed since (Springsteen included).
In contrast to Preston’s cheerful, animated personae, the Stones onstage presence at that time seemed somewhat dark and menacing; almost like they had come along for some serious business and were not going to be distracted from getting on with it. They looked like they were the coolest guys on the planet. They probably WERE the coolest guys on the planet.
It’s worth pointing out at this stage, that audiences back in the early seventies were very much different, behaviour wise, from what we have become accustomed to at modern day gigs, and the Stones crowd on this particular night were certainly no exception to that rule. It was possible to count on two hands, the number of people who would be out of their seats at any one time, while the remainder sat back, listening intently to the incredible musicianship on offer, and applauding (almost jazz-like) at the conclusion of every guitar solo. It’s fair to say that we were all well and truly mesmerised by the performance that night, but almost to the point where people couldn’t quite get their heads round it. It sounded like nothing from the Ya Yas era, yet despite featuring an impressive brass section, was far too guitar laden to have any of the feel of Exile. This was something else altogether, and it was incredible. Almost like they’d moved into brand new territory, and shifted up a gear without any advance warning.
More to the point, Mick Taylor’s performance that night was, without any exaggeration, simply out of this world, and even from my own relatively poor vantage position towards the back of the arena, there was an impression that his guitar playing was very much a deliberately prominent “feature” of the sound, and as such, rightly turned up in the mix. However, the assertion that some of his soloing may have been more down to boredom as opposed to creativity, is not something that I would subscribe to personally. This was a time remember, when axemen such as Page, Gallagher, Santana etc. ruled the world, and any band that was unable to feature complex guitar solos in its live performances, was an act not to be taken seriously.
Should I have needed any confirmation that THIS was the greatest living band on the planet, at the peak of their pre-eminence, then the Manchester show provided it in abundance. Despite being technically flawed in many respects, this seemed a much more powerful performance than the Wembley show, and being away from the spotlight of the capital city, there was a sense that the band were more relaxed and willing to let rip, so to speak. The fact that they chose to do so in such a small theatre with probably no more than 1500 seats, made it even more impressive, and for me personally, from my seat in the sixth row, this was pure heaven.
Interestingly, I remember Nick Kent of the NME, recalling how empty he felt after the 1973 shows were finished, much of it down to the fact that he had nothing on record to match what he had heard during those incredible performances. He wasn’t the only one, and it would be a year before I got my hands on an audience recording of the Saturday night Wembley show, and a further two after that, before Nasty Music arrived at my door.
Do the radio mixes do justice to the concerts? In parts certainly, although as mentioned in an earlier post, The Stars in the Sky They Never Lie probably provides a more realistic impression, giving more prominence to the brass section, and to Billy Preston’s involvement. As such, that album provides a bolder and more rugged edge than the sometimes too-refined FM-friendly mix of Nasty Music and Brussels Affair.
As brilliant as Mick Taylor was with the Stones however, it could reasonably be argued that had he remained with the band, his virtuoso style of playing might have actually hindered their progression towards formulating their more consumer-friendly, one-size-fits-all stage production that we still see today. Conversely, it could be contested that in choosing to venture down such a road towards stadium tours and commercial mass market appeal, the Rolling Stones lost much of the musical and artistic credibility that Taylor had played such a significant part in helping them to establish.
Europe 1973...Superseded, but never bettered.