Happy Anniversary and time again to shine a light on that torn & frayed sweet black angel Virginia lettin’ it loose while doin’ the casino boogie while soul survivors rip this joint, drink from their loving cups and roll those tumbling dice all down the line. Yeah, then, now, and forever, ‘Exile On Main St.’ ventilates my blues and makes me hip-shake happy. Stop breaking down like a turd on the run, man. If you just wanna see His face, no need to look or listen anywhere else. It’s right here!
One of my original copies of “Exile” and one of the most iconic album covers of all-time, using both images shot by photographer Robert Frank for his landmark book, “The Americans,” as well as new pictures of the band shot by Frank on location in California and New York). This is a very early and possible first pressing that came in a distinct uni-pak style jacket (both LPs slid into the inside of the opened front jacket flap) and also included 12 attached/perforated postcards of the band horsing around in costume (bassist Bill Wyman didn’t make the photo shoot, so someone took his place). Later pressings did not include the postcards and had standard double-LP gatefold sleeves.
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