3. The Rolling Stones – Sticky Fingers
I grew up listening to Sticky Fingers. I always loved it, ‘cus it was something you know like the back of your hand.
When I was about 20, I moved to New York City, and there was a period of time where my boyfriend was a junkie, I couldn’t find a job, everything sucked, and there was a shitload of snow. I just listened to Sticky Fingers for two weeks solid, and it gave me the swagger I needed. It gave me some tears – ‘I Got The Blues’ – but it also gave me some strength, and sway, and it gave me some fun. I needed to dance a little bit.
I’ll probably still be listening to listen to that when I’m in the funeral home.
