on the back of a Rice Krispies box…and thanks to the blog Phil Spector at WordPress.
Indeed, back in the day all bands, no matter how selflessly dedicated to sheer artistic integrity at all costs, were forced at gunpoint to record cheesy commercial jingles, mostly (for some reason) for beverages, electrically acidified or not. The Rolling Stones, it turns out, were no exception.
In between hearty bouts of celebrating the Black Mass, mystic groupie-groping orgies, and the occasional refreshing snack break, the boys found time to sandwich in the recording of a jingle for Kellogg’s Rice Krispies in October of 1963. Imagine the segue: “Okay boys, that’s a wrap on Little Red Rooster, but now we’ve got something else for you…”
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raincoaster 
Damned shame they never did a Liquid Paper commercial . . . .
Is that what they mean when someone calls a recording “crunchy”?
Good one, Metro. FFE, I am afraid I don’t get it. I’m rather allergic to the Stones, actually.
Mike Nesmith’s mom invented Liquid Paper
D’oh! I knew that, too.
Gee, thanks Rain. You make me feel so tragically hip . . . .
Y’know, somewhere out on YouTube there simply must be a mashup Flavor-Aid ad featuring the Monkees and the Jonestown Massacre.
[For any who don’t know, the Jonestown Massacre was a band in Guyana whose exploits seem to have inspired the Bush II presidency. It’s the source of the expression “Drink the Kool-Aid”, although the featured product was Flavor-Aid.]
Indeed, and not many people know that, either.
Once upon a time, as a college freshman, I still remember the Jim Jones party held on campus by a fraternity: Purple Jesus in several large waashtubs, and the spectacle of about 100 men and women (no children, unless you count the sprinkling of underage drinkers) spawled semi-lifelessly across the campus’ front lawn.
Damn, that makes me feel old – I was a high school sophomore and still remember seeing the aerial footage on the news of the Jonestown compound before it was “cleaned up”
Oh yes, tasteful! Did you hear that the last surviving Heaven’s Gate cultist is trying to hawk a screenplay around, featuring an alien dog who comes to Earth to gain a soul? Apparently, this guy isn’t allowed to commit suicide until the script is sold, which gives all the producers a neat excuse not to buy it; well, that and it’s crap.
And yep, I remember the Jonestown news, too. My parents were always terrified I’d join a cult, so we read all the cult news at my house.