One of the aspects of rock and roll that gets little general attention is the Sisyphusian life on the road. Ideally the band gets a tour. The tour commences. If things go really well, then (a) the tour gets extended or (b) another tour is established hard on the heels of the first. There is … Continue reading The Road
Rolling Stone issue #15 had a cover date of August 10, 1968. 24 pages. 35 cents. Cover photo of Mick Jagger by Dean Goodhill. Features: The Rolling Stones Return With Beggars Banquet by Jann Wenner, featuring tons of great photos by by Dean Goodhill; “Cream Breaks Up”; “Merle Haggard: Home-Fried Humor and Cowboy Soul” by … Continue reading 50 Years Ago in Rolling Stone: Issue 15
Apparently there is a museum in France dedicated to the works of a late 19th- early 20th century painter, Étienne Terrus. The museum, located in Elne, France, in the Pyrénées, is full of paintings by Terrus. Or at least many of the 140 paintings are by the artist. And even more of them are, as … Continue reading Sounds Like. . . ?
“Do the Rolling Stones still exist?” That, I’m afraid, was my reaction when I read about the band’s apparent continuation of its “No Filter” tour, which will start up again next month with 11 dates in Europe. Now I know that Jagger, Richards, Watts, and Wood are still alive, so it wasn’t an issue of … Continue reading The Rolling Stones and Existence
A quick look at some recent books about Zapple Records, electronic dance music, Willie Nelson, Brian Jones, and Bruce Springsteen.
I’ve mostly avoided the hullabaloo around Robin Thicke because I thought I didn’t care, but the truth is that it bugs the shit out of me. Not because I feel a need to defend him (but I will) or that I think he’s some amazing artist (who cares?) but because the hypocrisy of the whole … Continue reading I’m Down With Alan Thicke
Awesome clip from Dutch TV.
Merry Clayton (backing vox on Gimme Shelter) releases her own version in 1970.
He’s got a cigar, bathtub full of champagne and this French chick in with him.
All the latest crap we’ve posted to Twitter.