The Rolling Stones: Stray Cat Blues
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I'm not their biggest fan, but there's something about the slow, sultry strut and wail of this Beggar's Banquet b-side that crawls right under my skin. The way the guitars run from slow intro stretch to driving verse to slightly sped-up chorus wail in seconds flat mimics the adrenalin rush of jailbait lust so perfectly, the lyrics are hardly necessary, but just in case you weren't sure, note that pretty much any song that works so hard to convince itself that "it's no hanging matter/ it's no capital crime" and bets that its wild, kittenish fifteen year old subject's mama "don't know you scream/spit/scratch/bite like that" has got it going on.
For the curious, the jailbait in the photo above is Mick Jagger's 17 year old daughter Georgia May. I'll take the high road, and eschew any suggestion of what she might have screamed like two years ago. Though I strongly suspect that Jagger-the-dad has his own qualms about the message that Jagger-the-young-dude sent through this song.
