Book Review: Exile on Main St. - A Season in Hell with the Rolling Stones by Robert Greenfield
Published March 04, 2008
It really is amazing how age and the passing of time will change your perceptions about certain things. When I was growing up as a teenager who was basically obsessed with rock and roll, I figured that the Rolling Stones had to be just about the five coolest guys on earth (okay six, if you count Mick Taylor and seven with Ron Wood).
I mean these guys were the very definition of bad-ass.
They got all the best looking girls, and they had more money than God. They also always looked cooler than just about anybody else - even (and sometimes especially) when they were wasted out of their skulls (which, by most accounts was a great deal of the time back then). You had Mick in his scarves and sequins, prancing around like some kind of ambi-sexual peacock up on that stage.
And Keith? Well, Keith was just Keith. Back before the wrinkles and the deep lines carved into that face had set in, Keith Richards was the very definition of what a rock star was supposed to look and act like. Keith had the attitude down to a science, thumbing his nose at the authorities on more occasions than you could count, and wearing that well earned outlaw image like a badge of honor.
Yeah, as cool went in the sixties and the seventies, it just didn't get more bad-ass than the Stones. But as I said, time and sometimes experience as well, has a way of changing your perceptions about certain things. Take the whole wasted sort of glamour of the sixties rock and roll drug scene for example. When you are able to watch it from a distance, reading about it in a magazine or watching it on TV, it does indeed look somewhat glamorous.
Having been fortunate enough to land a job in that same music business once I grew up however, I can tell you firsthand that when you see the reality of drug abuse up close and personal, there is nothing "cool" about it. The media doesn't even bother to glamorize it anymore as they did in the sixties and seventies. Britney Spears and Lindsay Lohan's recent public excesses — just to cite two modern day examples — are rather, reported as the trainwrecks in motion that they actually are.
- Book Review: Exile on Main St. - A Season in Hell with the Rolling Stones by Robert Greenfield
- Published: March 04, 2008
- Type: Review
- Section: Books
- Filed Under: Books: Biography, Books: Entertainment, Books: History, Books: Nonfiction, Music: Classic Rock and Oldies
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Here's the difference between the Stones partaking in substances and today's "stars" doing their own version of it:
Jagger and Richards get wasted and come up with "Tumbling Dice" and "Rocks Off." Spears and Lohan get wasted and come up traffic infractions and adolescent gossip that doesn't mean anything to anyone but them.
The Stones are talented with or without the drugs.
- Donald
Appreciate the comment Donald, and of course I agree.
I guess what I was getting at here, is how as a kid who idolized the Stones...how I actually wanted to BE them. Now as an older, hopefully wiser adult though I am happy just to listen to them. I'm not sure I'd survive a day or a week, to say nothing of a lifetime trying to live through half the shit they did though.
-Glen


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As you said in the end: All of us Stones fans alreay knew that.
good write up on the boo.
"Up and Down with the Rolling Stones" put out years ago is a pretty good accounting.
its only rocroll but I like it
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