"Sticky Fingers" is a great read that should completely disabuse anyone of the notion that rock 'n' roll is an art form. I fear there are a few such nostalgic souls still around, and I say let's round them all up, inter them in a re-education Camp, and force them to read "Sticky Fingers!"
Rock 'n' roll is an assembly line industry subordi…
"Sticky Fingers" is a great read that should completely disabuse anyone of the notion that rock 'n' roll is an art form. I fear there are a few such nostalgic souls still around, and I say let's round them all up, inter them in a re-education Camp, and force them to read "Sticky Fingers!"
Rock 'n' roll is an assembly line industry subordinate to the dictates of capital. Once you understand this, you can appreciate it the same way you might appreciate a Ford automobile: It got you where you wanted to go back in the 70s, and chances are today's model will get you where you want to go today.
Jann Wenner comes across as a kind of Gatsby. And it's easy to understand why he hates this book so much, though personally, I think he should chill. After he's dead, and they make the inevitable bioflick, he will come across as a likable, picaresque sort of rascal with a big smile and an amazing capacity for ingesting the complete pharmacological pantheon without any apparent ill effects.
"Sticky Fingers" is a great read that should completely disabuse anyone of the notion that rock 'n' roll is an art form. I fear there are a few such nostalgic souls still around, and I say let's round them all up, inter them in a re-education Camp, and force them to read "Sticky Fingers!"
Rock 'n' roll is an assembly line industry subordinate to the dictates of capital. Once you understand this, you can appreciate it the same way you might appreciate a Ford automobile: It got you where you wanted to go back in the 70s, and chances are today's model will get you where you want to go today.
Jann Wenner comes across as a kind of Gatsby. And it's easy to understand why he hates this book so much, though personally, I think he should chill. After he's dead, and they make the inevitable bioflick, he will come across as a likable, picaresque sort of rascal with a big smile and an amazing capacity for ingesting the complete pharmacological pantheon without any apparent ill effects.