There are two dogs in this post, and at first I thought you meant the first dog, Shep, and maybe you did, but I'm not guessing you meant the Rolling Stones' dog.
If you did, then, yes, I agree he was small. He watched with his head stretched out in front of him blinking a lot, under a piano that was covered in a protective cloth. Mick didn't want him in there. Charlie hit the softly at first so that he'd move away from the drums that would be too loud once they started to record.
Bill Wyman simply didn't care one way or the other. Ronnie Wood was getting high outside and smoking a cigarette in his other hand, giggling (he was a giggler in those years, some of it was from the amphetamines). Anyway, back to the dog. In the studio he had a French human name (the album was recorded in France I think.
He was called Antoine after the sound engineer that got himself fired the first day and everybody laughed at Antoine and ended up naming this dog - a stray - after him. Mick's girlfriend wanted to be in the recording room and who had promised to be quiet leaned over to give Antoine charcuterie from a plate she brought into the studio, but Antoine was so excited he barked, and got the both of them kicked out after that.
Keith, however, liked the bark and that take and wanted it left in there, because he was the only Stone that wanted to keep Antoine, but was outvoted except this one time that summer and, besides, he'd grown tired of being treated by Mick like he was an annoying younger brother.
(Antoine was taking this all in from under the piano)
For Perdu which was his true name - his name meant lost in French, he wasn't an Antoine at all - this was the most magical of all of the days in his to brief dog life. But he sat on the beaches of Cannes afterwards staring at sunsets and telling the other dogs gathered around him about his afternoon in the recording studio where they called him Antoine and his bark was recorded forever.
Oh my goodness, thank you, thank you for this. This was all I could have hoped for and more. His bark did sound like an excited, “More charcuterie!” type bark… I feel blessed that the voice of our sweet Perdu is logged in the annals of history, right where it belongs. I like to think of him on the beach in Cannes, chuckling softly at the strangeness of life. ♥️ Bless Keith, he made the right choice.
He was - and a fine human being, too. I haven’t spoken with him in years, but my wife was on the subway a few years ago, looked up from their shared subway pole, and got to chatting. My worlds intersected, and, thank God, he remembered me (well!).
I just IMDb’d you. 🎬
Good grief... 🤣 And you IMDB points to your Substack, hilarious. Bring it on...
That’s interesting. It’s because it links to adamnathan.com. I use a proprietary domain for Substack. It’s not a deliberately incestuous link.
Looking forward to reading more, Adam. And the dog!! It sounds like a little dog, I wonder what their life was like...🐾
There are two dogs in this post, and at first I thought you meant the first dog, Shep, and maybe you did, but I'm not guessing you meant the Rolling Stones' dog.
If you did, then, yes, I agree he was small. He watched with his head stretched out in front of him blinking a lot, under a piano that was covered in a protective cloth. Mick didn't want him in there. Charlie hit the softly at first so that he'd move away from the drums that would be too loud once they started to record.
Bill Wyman simply didn't care one way or the other. Ronnie Wood was getting high outside and smoking a cigarette in his other hand, giggling (he was a giggler in those years, some of it was from the amphetamines). Anyway, back to the dog. In the studio he had a French human name (the album was recorded in France I think.
He was called Antoine after the sound engineer that got himself fired the first day and everybody laughed at Antoine and ended up naming this dog - a stray - after him. Mick's girlfriend wanted to be in the recording room and who had promised to be quiet leaned over to give Antoine charcuterie from a plate she brought into the studio, but Antoine was so excited he barked, and got the both of them kicked out after that.
Keith, however, liked the bark and that take and wanted it left in there, because he was the only Stone that wanted to keep Antoine, but was outvoted except this one time that summer and, besides, he'd grown tired of being treated by Mick like he was an annoying younger brother.
(Antoine was taking this all in from under the piano)
For Perdu which was his true name - his name meant lost in French, he wasn't an Antoine at all - this was the most magical of all of the days in his to brief dog life. But he sat on the beaches of Cannes afterwards staring at sunsets and telling the other dogs gathered around him about his afternoon in the recording studio where they called him Antoine and his bark was recorded forever.
I'm pretty sure that is Perdu's story, Chloe.
Oh my goodness, thank you, thank you for this. This was all I could have hoped for and more. His bark did sound like an excited, “More charcuterie!” type bark… I feel blessed that the voice of our sweet Perdu is logged in the annals of history, right where it belongs. I like to think of him on the beach in Cannes, chuckling softly at the strangeness of life. ♥️ Bless Keith, he made the right choice.
Merci!
Ok, I’ll admit it: I love that I called him Perdu. That really is the perfect name for a bookish dog that wears glasses.
Perdu was his name. I know it in my bones.
Great writing! I’m hooked. Also, was Steve Buschemi *ever* that young? Wow.
He was - and a fine human being, too. I haven’t spoken with him in years, but my wife was on the subway a few years ago, looked up from their shared subway pole, and got to chatting. My worlds intersected, and, thank God, he remembered me (well!).
He seems like a great guy for sure. Love his work.