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Reread this after finishing Joel Selvin’s book on Altamont. Perhaps the greatest rock and roll book ever. It is a harrowing wistful gut-punching joy.
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I wouldn't recommend this to anyone who isn't already a huge Rolling Stones fan. But if you consume Stones knowledge like I do, then this is perfect. It's basically exactly what you really want to know about - what it's like to hang out with these guys on tour. What they do, what they talk about, travel, shows, girls, drugs, etc. Just a very cool account from a guy who was friends with the band.
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“You can lead a horse to water but you can’t use a torch under water”
Jim Moir, Sunboiled onions
Brothers and sisters, I couldn’t get it together to dig this book. The Rolling Stones aren’t my scene but I was willing to get down with it. I just found it a drag; very weird. Too many hang-ups. Not groovy. I found the use of repetition unusual and jarring. It was really jarring and I just found it jarring.
Most of the first half was about the author’s publishing contract and, sort of, getting it signed. He kept running into problems getting the contract signed; he just couldn’t get it signed. There was far too little time spent on the music; a fraction of the book covers the Stones' live performances and there's virtually no description of the songwriting or recording process.
Alternating chapters between the episodes leading up to Brian Jones’ demise and the Altamont hassles just didn’t keep it together, okay? Most of the people, places and situations involved were integral to both parts so there were no disparate strands that could be pulled together satisfyingly. I guess you could say it wasn't very cohesive. It could have been more cohesive; it just didn’t seem cohesive.
Starting each chapter with a pretentious epigraph, apropos of nothing, started to freak me out. I nearly split. Still, it was, like, wow! a free download which was far out. It would have been, you know, heavy if I’d had to spend some bread to get hold of this cat’s book.
Okay, cool out. I know. I’m hip. I dig music biographies, not self-indulgent, drug-addled ramblings, man. That’s not my scene.
Everybody be cool now, alright? Can we still make it down in the front? Can we still collect ourselves?
Jim Moir, Sunboiled onions
Brothers and sisters, I couldn’t get it together to dig this book. The Rolling Stones aren’t my scene but I was willing to get down with it. I just found it a drag; very weird. Too many hang-ups. Not groovy. I found the use of repetition unusual and jarring. It was really jarring and I just found it jarring.
Most of the first half was about the author’s publishing contract and, sort of, getting it signed. He kept running into problems getting the contract signed; he just couldn’t get it signed. There was far too little time spent on the music; a fraction of the book covers the Stones' live performances and there's virtually no description of the songwriting or recording process.
Alternating chapters between the episodes leading up to Brian Jones’ demise and the Altamont hassles just didn’t keep it together, okay? Most of the people, places and situations involved were integral to both parts so there were no disparate strands that could be pulled together satisfyingly. I guess you could say it wasn't very cohesive. It could have been more cohesive; it just didn’t seem cohesive.
Starting each chapter with a pretentious epigraph, apropos of nothing, started to freak me out. I nearly split. Still, it was, like, wow! a free download which was far out. It would have been, you know, heavy if I’d had to spend some bread to get hold of this cat’s book.
Okay, cool out. I know. I’m hip. I dig music biographies, not self-indulgent, drug-addled ramblings, man. That’s not my scene.
Everybody be cool now, alright? Can we still make it down in the front? Can we still collect ourselves?
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