I was raised on Rod Stewart. It’s the only music that was ever played out loud in my house when I grew up. Weekend mornings back in Södertälje and my mum would dazzle my young innocent mind with the raspy voice of Rod Stewart while she was cleaning the house. I guess I kind of always liked it but since she preferred the late Seventies stuff I didn’t fully understand how good he was until I decided to find out for myself. I bought his 1971 album Every Picture Tells a Story when I was about 17-18 years old and was hooked straight away and bought everything I could find, both Rod Stewart solo and with The Faces. Well everything I could find up until his 1974 album Smiler, after that he left The Faces and moved to America and made Atlantic Crossing and the Rod I knew and loved was gone. Out of my old heroes I guess it’s just Rod Stewart, with and without The Faces, and Crosby, Stills & Nash that I still really care about. Here is a longer post about Rod Stewart that I wrote for my other blog.
The record that changed my life, Rod Stewart’s 1971 album Every Picture Tells a Story
One of the reasons why I love Rod
Grab yourself a drink and start the night with this concert
The Faces live at The Marquee Club 1970