Aside from the love of guns, hard drugs, being cultural phenomenons and part-time movie stars, what did William S. Burroughs share with the Rolling Stones?
Recently released on DVD, Stones In Exile is a documentary premiered by the BBC in May. Amid the great footage of the boys (?) jamming and living at Keith Richards’ house in France, we get a gliimpse of the song-writing process that put Jagger/Richards on the pop map.
One pleasant surprise, among many, is the creation of the song, Casino Boogie.
Casino Boogie was written in the famous ‘cut up’ style created by Williams Burroughs and Brion Gysin. Words and phrases and cut from sentences and thrown into a hat. Then the cut up pieces of language are magically arranged by the forces that be and are divined by the artist, who randomly picks out the cut up pieces and puts them together into some semblance of order. Burroughs based novels on the concept, as is explained in David S. Wills’ essay on Burroughs and Scientology in the soon-to-be-released Beatdom Number 10, The Religion Issue.
Here is what Mick and Keith did with their cut ups…just click on the link below.
Ted Morgan relates a meeting between Jagger and Burroughs.
Supposedly, Warhol introduced them as “having something in common – Bill shot someone, and Mick almost got shot.”
Jagger: “You shot someone?”
Burroughs: “Not today.”
Also, Richards was going to play some kind of tribute concert for Burroughs in the late Seventies and was talked out of it – because Richards was facing heroin charges at the time.
Regardless, thanks for this! It just made me think of other stories…
katy, that is a good anecdote. thanks for sharing it. i am sure it will lighten up some future conversation, when repeated.
that is pretty interesting about the tribute concert. i am going to have to look around and see if i can find out more about that.
fell free to post anything else that comes to mind in relation to these guys. this post was quite interesting!
thanks!
michael
i guess i should have shown the lyrics…
No good, can’t speak
Wound up, no sleep
Sky diver, insider
Slip rope, stunt flyer
Wounded lover, got no time on hand
Burn that cycle
Thrill freak, Uncle Sam
All for business, no, you understand?
Judge and jury walk out hand in hand
Dietrich movies, close up boogies
Kissing cunt in Cannes
Protest music, million dollar sad
I got no tactics, got no time on hand
Left shoe shuffle, right shoe muffle
Sinking in the sand
Fade out freedom, stand that heat on
Watch that hat in black
Finger twitching, got no time on hand
All right, mama