Keith Richards and Mick Taylor, instrumental rehearsal of Wild Horses
“Man, doesn’t it sound like Mick T. and Keith have been sitting around sniffing glue while jamming this tune? Just knocked out but sharp like tongues of snakes flickering in and out finding the heart of the tune. I love this version. Raw as it gets and just don’t give a fuck to the max. But that deep longing and sorrowful resonance is already there in spades. Awesome. I’ll bet it was hot as fuck outside, the tour bus was rolling through the American summer heat in New Mexico or East Texas and they were in the back with a little tape machine rolling, foggy drunk on beer and pills in the warm afternoon light pouring through the bus windows but the A.C. blowing down on em from the ceiling. After this take Mick probably said, “Hang on a second let me grab a sheet of paper to write down those changes ” and Keith just nodded off and slumped into the seat snoring by the time he got back with a pen and paper. Mick probably just cracked another beer and kept running those solos by himself as the bus rolled on.”
