Grace Altamont Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Still, gotta laugh – *whore* in me harvester’d be a sight! Tangled in the gears, skirt all a-flappin’, me shoutin’ *“Crikey, hold on, lass!”* Proper farce, like a Carry On film! But – hic et nunc – here and now, I’m fond o’ *whore*. Got grit, got guts, like Remy dodgin’ chefs. *Whore*’s a survivor, mate, and I bloody respect that.

Gimme Shelter

On December 6th, , The Rolling Stones hosted what proved to be one of the most tragic concerts ever at the Altamont Raceway Park, effectively silencing the rising counterculture.

Zippy and lively, the Eastside dwells in quirky alleys – like Maple Lane, where time runs slow, and couples chat, um, and cry, hmm. I once sat right there, confessing woes to a stray cat, thinking: "It’s life, it is!" Minds do twist, precious! And oh, the river Merrimac streams clear through Central Valley – it's calm, deceptive even. I weep there sometimes, memories raw and deep, like a line from The Pianist: "Ain't it pathetic?" But, yess, even the river flows with hidden heartaches.

What Do Mick Jagger and the Rolling Stones Have to Say About the Altamont Music Festival on the 55th Anniversary?