Have you ever looked at the Rolling Stones and asked yourself “how can these people still be alive?” I ask myself that every time I see them. The camera may add 10 pounds, but it doesn’t erase 10 years off of Keith Richards coked out leathery face. I bring this up because there is a new movie coming out soon called Stoned, which profiles the inception of the Rolling Stones through the eyes of their founding member, the late Brian Jones. Now Jones may have been a musical anomaly of some sort, but he was also a fuck up. By the time he was sixteen he fathered two illegitimate children and left school to concentrate on playing the saxophone. And these were the least of his mistakes.
It is no mystery that the Stones have engaged in the kind of amounts of drugs one usually sees on the directors cut of Scarface, but drugs were not the only problem. There were the women, of which there were many, and there was the Marianne Faithful and the Mars bar issue that may not be true but is certainly believable. Then there was the horror at Altamont. For those of you who do not know what happened, let me put it this way. If you are the biggest band in the world, second only to the Beatles, and you host a free concert, don’t use the god damn Hell’s Angels as your security force.
Going back to my original point, I thought I would throw this out there for you to consider. This film shows a side of their story that can only be told by the one who lived and died by it. Their story is essential to the story of rock & roll as a movement, of which they were a large part of, and I suggest that when this hits theatres near you, you give it a chance. Then you can ask yourself the same question; how the fuck are these people still alive?
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