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Actually, he should have been playing Marshall amps. Or Vox.
English, anyway. But he preferred Fender, so the
softer 6L6 tubes, this melodiousness, which gives its economical chords
gave the dirty colour without completely dissolving the harmonies.
How many Deluxe Reverbs or Twin Reverbs or other amps
the brand he owned, he didn't even know Maybe 150?
Live there were usually six behind him, sometimes even eight.
Ronnie also liked to play amps over ampeg, his thing,
but he would always be at this unique blend of control
and the perfect scoop distortion remain.
A blend he loved elsewhere.
For example, in his secret passion. A passion,
that didn't really fit his image.
But what was image in reality? Something to play with.
Andrew Loog Oldham had given them the Bad Boys image,
because the place of the nice boys next door was already taken.
Through the Fab Four.
Although the image would have suited Mick just as well.
Maybe even better.
Anyway, perfume has long been his passion
And although he liked some of them very much, there was one that he almost
loved. Again, not English, but one from France
Basically the perfect counterpart to his sound.
Not in the middle, not heavy - but first of all clear, crystalline rather.
Like his Telecaster over slightly saturated tubes - that is, citric, with
a bluesy bitter note of bergamot and orange, racy
Not well-behaved-fresh, but fresh-aggressive. And already clearly
underlain by a rebellious attitude (he loved this word, a
Kick in the direction of his image), characterized by leather and earthy,
at the same time wicked and boudoir-like Patch-Dandy-Easyness.
And romance. A little hippie coolness. No, no argument
He had retained a good dose of hippie smartness, from which
Variety that was rebellious in the Swinging London of '68. Like punk.
And yet basically dangerous, mind-expanding
He wore Habit Rouge live, for interviews, on his ranch while riding
and in his house near London. More often than Fahrenheit, which he
for a while in New York clubs.
No one had ever dared to say anything about it, except a
short "you smell good" maybe.
Although he felt that Mick could use some of his
To sense passion. Mick was into vetiver, after all, also from Guerlain,
on Cuir des Russie by Chanel and sometimes on Floris.
They just never talked about it. Unfortunately
Because that's what Keith missed sometimes. Talk about perfume
Because hardly anything was better suited for this. He read in forums, browsed
and deepened in discussions and comments.
He began to formulate his own theories. Actually, just
Mind games, but for him a perfect kind of distraction.
In one of his theories he played with the image of perfumes
and that of bands. Couldn't the Beatles Chanels
Pour Monsieur, his Stones - although his favourite scent
which was contradicted -Eau Sauvage and Pink Floyd his beloved
He found such thought-provoking walks amusing.
Funnier than press conferences, anyway. Or business meetings
He found Basenotes and Fragrantica more and more amusing, the more often
he was traveling on the pages.
Should he perhaps register to do something anonymously himself
The risk of being exposed didn't seem low to him.
And then he met Parfumo from bloody Germany.
He had friends in Germany for a long time.
He was able to read German a lot - but he could not write much himself.
But there was a good friend in Hamburg, with him and John
he had experienced a lot, far away from what you would expect from rock stars
would expect. Sure, it would help him translate
He already had a good pseudonym.
Signing up was fast.
He felt absolutely safe here
No one here would ever guess who he was