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MICK JAGGER – “MEMO FROM TURNER” – 1970
from the original motion picture soundtrack album – “Performance” – WB BS 2554
From the soundtrack of the film, “Performance“, – one of 00individual’s serious all-time favorites – comes this Album Track Gem; Mick Jagger’s, “Memo From Turner”!
To appreciate the greatness of this entire album check out 00individual’s trippy review / acid trip of the soundtrack album to the film, “Performance“.
This film, and the “Memo From Turner” single and soundtrack album were ready to distribute in ’68, but were held up for two years by provincials at Warner Brothers until an open-minded changing of the guard in 1970.
Memo From Turner serves as the connective cool Rock groove of the Stones‘ ’68 “Beggars Banquet” album and ’69‘s “Let It Bleed” album. And while it became available on later releases; the importance of having this single (and album) lysergically-injected into that exact time in Rock History and 00individual’s Bohemian lifestyle, is psychedelically indelible.
A perfect example of the best of the late ’60s and early 70s films, “Performance” was heady, trippy, sleazy, sexy, groovy, spacey and scary – all Seven Dwarves of Psychedelic London Gangster Film Fun.
And it was nice that Mick Jagger held back this gem for the right time to create a “show” around it.
If you did not get the memo, here it is:
September 19, 1970
Didn’t I see you down in San Antone on a hot and dusty night? We were eating eggs in Sammy’s when the black man there drew his knife. Aw, you drowned that Jew in Rampton as he washed his sleeveless shirt, you know, that Spanish-speaking gentlemen the one we all called Kurt.
Come now, gentleman I know there’s some mistake, how forgetful I’m becoming now you fixed your business straight.
I remember you in Hemlock Grove In nineteen fifty-six, you’re a faggy little leather boy with a smaller piece of stick. You’re a lashing, smashing hunk of man your sweat shines sweet and strong your organ’s working perfectly but there’s a part that’s not screwed on.
Weren’t you at the Coke Convention back in nineteen sixty-five? You’re the mis-bred, gray executive I’ve seen heavily advertised. You’re the great, gray man whose daughter licks Policemen’s buttons clean, you’re the man who squats behind the man who works the soft machine.
Come now, gentleman your love is all I crave, you’ll still be in the circus when I’m laughing laughing in my grave.
When the old men do the fighting and the young men all look on and the young girls eat their mothers meat from tubes of plasticon, be wary of these my gentle friends of all the skins you breed they have a tasty habit; they eat the hands that bleed.
So remember who you say you are and keep your noses clean, boys will be boys and play with toys so be strong with your beast. Oh Rosie dear, don’tcha think it’s queer so stop me if you please; the baby’s dead, my lady said “You gentlemen, why you all work for me?”
P.S. “The only performance that makes it, that makes it all the way is the one that achieves madness.” “Eh?”