When you find an anthology of jazz recordings in your mailbox by the man who for almost sixty years, until his death two years ago, was the literal heart of the Rolling Stones and so that rock history was with its pulse and its blues beat, then of course a fundamental question arises. Would you listen to the two and a half hours of music if the name Charlie Watts wasn’t on the cover? And how would you judge them if you had to listen to them? For professional reasons, for example.
Charlie Watts: New anthology with his jazz projects – culture
