“Prodigal Son” is one of my favorite songs of all time. It offers an enriching listening experience that indubitably has that “alive” factor I often ramble on about. “Son” is a song entirely mired in diametrically opposing states: melancholy and hope. Melancholy for the son’s current condition; hope for his eventual betterment. That right there makes this song so special to me. It sums up the very essence of life and the human condition rather convincingly.
A beautiful and earnest homage to Robert Wilkins. Possibly the Stones’ best (or at least up there).
I’ve always loved the first three minutes (or so) of the original. But that damn instrumentation. Ugh. Very rarely do I find instrumentation impressive or even necessary; “Knocking”, unfortunately, isn’t the exception.
This alternate take, off of their infamous (and entirely imperfect) “Sticky Fingers”, kicks some serious rock n roll ass. And I mean that wholeheartedly. It encapsulates everything I want out of a stellar Stones song: sexy, grimy and gritty tendencies. Lovely, just lovely.
A marvelous cover. That’s for god damn sure. I consider the Crowes’ version to be the preeminent version (yes, better than the Stones, even!). A lively, rambunctious hard-rocker that gets me relaxed (sensing a constant theme this week?).