The True Adventures of the Rolling Stones. Stanley Booth

be plugged into wall sockets, but the old gents at Decca listened to it and then rang Oldham to suggest that he and the Stones try again at Decca’s West Hampstead studios. ‘It was a big Decca session,’ Keith said. ‘All the big Decca heads were there, listening and going ‘tsk tsk’ and shaking their heads.’

      The results, while nowhere near the equal of any of the tapes the Stones had made previously, including the bathroom tapes, were released as the Stones’ first single record on June 7. The record hovered around the middle of the Top Fifty records charts of the English music trade papers for more than three months. The Stones performed ‘Come On’ in their first television appearance, on a show called Thank Your Lucky Stars, taped in Birmingham. They wore matching houndstooth check jackets Oldham had provided to make them look more like a group and there were only five of them.

      ‘This is where Brian starts to realize that things have gone beyond his control,’ Keith said. ‘Before this, everybody knows that Brian considers it to be his band. Now Andrew Oldham sees Mick as a big sex symbol, and wants to kick Stu out, and we won’t have it. And eventually, because Brian had known him longer than we, and the band was Brian’s idea in the first place, Brian had to tell Stu how we’d signed with these people, how they were very image-conscious, and Stu didn’t fit in. If I’d been Stu I’d have said fuck it, fuck you. But he stayed on to be our roadie, which I think is incredible, so bighearted. Because by now we were star-struck, every one of us, the Beatles have been to see us play [“They were just back from Germany,” Bill said, “and they stood in front of the bandstand, all in long black leather coats, looking like cut-outs.”] and we’ve been to see them at the Albert Hall, and we’ve seen all the screaming chicks, the birds down in front, and everybody can’t wait, you can’t wait to hear the screams . . .’

      ‘That is what I want’ Brian told Giorgio.

      ‘The next time I saw them they were the five of them,’ Shirley Arnold said. ‘I’d seen them at Colyer’s once, and it was about three months, the record had been released by the time I saw them again. The next time we went we begged the girl on the door to sell us tickets the day before. She let us have the tickets. The queue next day was fantastic. Colyer’s is a long room with a very small stage at one end, low ceiling, you could touch the ceiling. We were in early, so we were at the front of the stage, but we were packed so tight that I was pushed up against the stage. People were standing, and sitting on people’s shoulders. Every inch was packed. Sweat was pouring from the walls and the amps kept going wrong, but the music was fantastic, the boys were fantastic. I didn’t actually faint because of them, I fainted because it was so hot. And they just passed me over everyone’s head into the tea room. One of the bouncers was pourin’ water on me and I was thinkin’, “Oh, my makeup’s gonna run.” My friend came in to see about me. She said, ‘The music’s stopped, they’re comin’ in.’ So I went in a swoon like I wasn’t strong enough to leave, because I wanted to see them. It was Brian who was the first one that ever spoke to me. He said, “Are you the girl that fainted?” I was such a fan – there was never anything I wouldn’t do for them, and at the time there weren’t many girls like me who were freakin’ out, so they were quite surprised. I asked Andrew about the fan club. He said, “I don’t know what’s happenin’ about the fan club. Do you want to do the fan club? Go up and see Annabelle Smith, I’ll tell her you’re coming, what’s your name?” Annabelle was Andrew’s secretary. She was older than any of the boys. I think she was about twenty-nine, which was old to us ’cause we were all so young. The fan club was started in her name, but I don’t think she was really interested. So we went up to see Annabelle. She was only too pleased to give it to me. She gave me a stack of postal orders and said, “It’s yours, do it from home.” Things were happening so fast with Andrew and the boys that they had no time to think about the fan club anyway. So there was me goin’ home with two hundred members and a stack of postal orders that came to about sixty quid. Well, sixty quid, you can imagine, I had it under my pillow every night ’cause it was a fortune. I tried to pay them into the bank, and they said, “No, no, you’ve got to open an account through the office.” Weeks went on, I kept calling Andrew’s office and saying, “Look, I must do a newsletter and write to everyone—” but everyone was so busy, I never really got to speak to Andrew, so I had all the fan club things and still wasn’t in contact with anyone. I was working for the boys and I’d only seen them once.’

      On July 13 the Rolling Stones played their first date outside London, at the Alcove Club in Middlesbrough on a bill with a group from Liverpool called the Hollies. ‘And in those days – what the Liverpool groups do must be right,’ Stu said, ‘and Andrew had the Stones convinced that he was going to make them London’s answer to the fuckin’ Beatles, and they were gonna be a really fantastic pop group, which pleased Brian no end, because it meant money, and I think the others were quite happy, ’cause they appreciate money, same as anybody else. Andrew knew nothing about music, he was only interested in the money.

      ‘So anyway, here were the Hollies on, doing their three-part vocal harmony, and we had never heard anything like it. Brian immediately said, “Right, everybody’s got to sing.” Andrew and them changed the group right round, and the emphasis became on “Poison Ivy” and “Fortune Teller,” numbers like that. For a while the Stones lost their identity, I think, because they were playing all these novelty numbers and trying to sing them like Liverpool groups. That was Andrew’s idea, which was a bit of a drag. Those ballrooms were awful. We used to go to these terribly thick places like Wisbech and Cambridge, and all the yokels, they’d heard of these Rolling Stones, but they hadn’t the foggiest idea what to expect in the way of music. To start off with, some of them just gawked.

      ‘There was a little bit of uncertainty in those days as to what should be played. They thought of more numbers like “Poison Ivy” and that didn’t seem to be doing much, and eventually they got everybody with the Chuck Berry stuff, and they reverted more to what they had been playing, till after a year or so some of these ballroom dates began to get really fucking wild. It was the sheer excitement of the music. Oh, Christ. No dressing rooms, no stages, no electricity, no security, fuck-all, used to be a hell of a fight every bloody night. They all said, “We’ve had the Beatles here, we can handle anything.” You’d say, “Well, you haven’t had the Stones yet. You wait,” and they’d say, “Oh, we can handle everything,” so everything used to get destroyed. The boys themselves never used to help matters much, because they resisted for a while the idea of all travelling together. Brian had something to do with this. Nobody wanted to be in the same car with Brian for any length of time. He began to feel as if he’d been eased out. He became difficult to live with.

      ‘Brian, being Welsh, had always got a very obnoxious streak in him, and he used to be very tactless, and say things like, “As I’m the leader of the group, I’m gonna have an extra five pounds a week.” We used to stay in cheap hotels ’cause we didn’t have any money, but they never stayed in real shit, once they’d got a little bit of money. So we’d stay in a medium-class hotel, but Brian would say, “In a few months’ time, when we’re earning more for a gig, I’m gonna stay in the Hilton because I’m the leader, and everybody else will be staying with you somewhere.” So eventually they got sick to fuckin’ death of him. He would change with the wind as well. Brian was very pretty, but a very silly boy really. Eventually it became obvious that Mick was the leader of the group. In those days Brian was simply a very, very good guitar player, and he was very mercenary too, very keen on money. So when Andrew comes along and says It’s time you started playing numbers like “Poison Ivy” because you’ll sell more records, it was Brian who immediately said Yeah, groovy, great. But having done this, after about the first six months of playing ballrooms in Stoke-on-Trent and Crewe, it was Brian who said, “I think we ought to play at Eel Pie Island twice a week again, and play the blues.” Brian would change from one day to another, and they just got fed up with him.

      ‘It was a pity. Brian was brought up in the worst possible way. He had a very good education, was very clever at school, but somewhere along the line he decided he was going to be a full-time professional rebel, and it didn’t really suit him. So that when he wanted to be obnoxious, he had to really make an effort, and having made the effort, he would be really obnoxious. But his nature was really quite sweet.