"Altamont... I remember all of that. That was an awful day"
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Altamont sits in rock history like a bruise you keep poking to see if it still hurts. Mick Taylor’s “I remember all of that” lands less as nostalgia than as a refusal of the clean, mythic arc people keep trying to impose on the 1960s. The ellipses do work here: they mimic a mind replaying fragments it doesn’t want to romanticize, a pause where the audience’s legendary version collides with the lived one.
Taylor wasn’t selling a theory about the era; he was a working musician inside a machine that had outgrown its own competence. Altamont (the 1969 Rolling Stones concert where Meredith Hunter was killed, with the Hell’s Angels as security) became shorthand for the end of hippie innocence, but Taylor’s blunt “awful day” rejects shorthand. It’s almost aggressively unpoetic. That plainness reads like an ethical stance: stop treating catastrophe as aesthetic texture in the rock narrative.
There’s also self-protection in the phrasing. “That” keeps the details at arm’s length, as if naming too much would turn recollection into complicity. The line draws a boundary between the band-as-symbol and the humans onstage watching control slip away. In a culture that rewards musicians for mythmaking, Taylor’s intent is quieter and sharper: puncture the legend, keep the memory honest, and let the ugliness stay ugly.
Taylor wasn’t selling a theory about the era; he was a working musician inside a machine that had outgrown its own competence. Altamont (the 1969 Rolling Stones concert where Meredith Hunter was killed, with the Hell’s Angels as security) became shorthand for the end of hippie innocence, but Taylor’s blunt “awful day” rejects shorthand. It’s almost aggressively unpoetic. That plainness reads like an ethical stance: stop treating catastrophe as aesthetic texture in the rock narrative.
There’s also self-protection in the phrasing. “That” keeps the details at arm’s length, as if naming too much would turn recollection into complicity. The line draws a boundary between the band-as-symbol and the humans onstage watching control slip away. In a culture that rewards musicians for mythmaking, Taylor’s intent is quieter and sharper: puncture the legend, keep the memory honest, and let the ugliness stay ugly.
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