The Rolling Stones’ ‘Putty In Your Hands’ (1985): A Rare R&B Cover Hidden in Plain Sight
Rolling Stones unreleased: Putty in Your Hands
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Somewhere between studio pressure, ’80s excess, and the eternal habit of borrowing other people’s songs, The Rolling Stones ended up touching Putty In Your Hands during the Dirty Work sessions in 1985. Not exactly the obvious candidate for a band built on swagger and volume, this 1962 R&B girl-group track…
When I crop this one it's kind of perfect to go up on the wall amidst their modest collection of family photos. Of course, there is no conceivable in-game justification for anyone having taken this photo. Not that that's ever really stopped me before...
I'm tickled to learn that apparently she thinks her mother's girlfriend is hot. also the garden club townie who's always starting shit with everyone, but we're going to ignore that one.
also, I thought tumblr would appreciate this stray cat who is 80% ears and 10% eyeball.
Tidbit Tuesday. Have a rough bit of an alternate take on the intervention from the last chapter of Thought I was done. (I went back and forth a few times on whether I wanted the Wilsons and Chimney there, but in the end only Maddie really made sense to me)
“Evan will be sad he missed you guys. What’s the occasion?” Tommy asks.
“Let’s not play this game, Tommy,” Hen sighs, “You know what this is.”
“I want to make you say it, actually,” Tommy says pleasantly. Even though he’s responding to Hen he keeps looking at Maddie. They may as well be the only two people in the room.
“We’re worried about Buck,” Hen says, the voice of reason, “I know it’s hard, but don’t take this personally.”
[MORE BUILD UP]
Tommy selects another cracker, “I’m here because he’s pissed off and doesn’t want to see you before he’s calmed down enough not to say something he’ll regret."
“Whoah, hey,” Howie says, leaping to Maddie's defense automatically, “What has he got to be so mad about? Maddie’s been here for him every step of the way, and he’s now he's not going to talk to her—”
“Oh, I see, you think this has nothing to do with you,” Tommy interrupts.
“Don’t quote fucking Mean Girls at me—” Howie says.
“Devil Wears Prada,” Tommy corrects, “Anyway, he’s pissed at all of you. Well, Diaz is on probation for giving him the heads up about this little meeting. He’s still on thin fucking ice, but they’re doing their bro thing right now.”
“I’m surprised that doesn’t bother you,” Maddie says, “That Buck’s spending time with the ‘competition’.”
[HENREN AND CHIMNEY SEEM CONFUSED]
Tommy blinks at her, before he smiles a big, nose scrunchy smile, “You’re adorable.”
Maddie wants to throw her wine glass in his face, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I spent five years in the army under DADT, then another five under Gerrard’s tender mercy. OG Gerrard, not the doddering grandpa you met. And you think you’re capable of hurting my feelings.” He takes a deliberate sip of wine, “Like I said. Adorable.”
He is such a fucking cunt, Maddie thinks as she tightens her grip on her glass. She remembers back when they were first dating, Buck telling her Tommy was like, so mean. He was laughing as he said it, completely enamored.
Karen, bless her, “Hey, why don’t we take a deep breath? Tommy, this isn’t personal. Everyone’s just worried about Buck. He’s been through a lot lately, and making a change this fast—”
“Do you really want to go there, Karen?” Tommy cuts her off, “Remind me of how long you were with Hen before she threw the whole ‘I’m adopting my ex’s baby’ thing at you.”
“You’re out of line,” Hen says, her calm persona gone.
“I apologize, Karen,” Tommy says, “I’m touched you’re here for Evan now. Both of you! Lucky you didn’t have a trip planned to Napa when this calamitous event befell him.”