Your link worked for me.
I only saw the Stones once in Hyde Park London 1969 just after Brian Jones died, but never since, though like you I found the cognitive dissonance between them & the Bollixshwar's cult hard to handle many a time.
I don't know about now, maybe it's diluted to an extent because we're half a century distant, but back then although England is so small, Liverpool & London had an entirely different vibe.
There was/is a kind of sentimental streak to the Liverpool character & a quirky sense of humour, which maybe came from the large Irish mix. That was the Beatles.
London though was tough whilst pretending not to be, cynical, & numero uno. All of those guys in the Stones I recognise as 'London types' from living in a small town 30 miles north of there from the age of 15 plus.
I was always wary of the bastards, Londoners that is.
Without Ian Stewart, the pianist who was relegated to the background early on, they would never have got anywhere.
They played in the town of Baldock in 1963, where we lived after moving from Dublin in 1966, & there was a certain lady, an employee at the Borg Warner factory, whose male relatives & friends would kick the shit outta anyone who suggested she might be the one mentioned in the song.
