I have never understood people who don’t like the Rolling Stones. I suppose ignorance is an acceptable excuse. Another possibility is that they were turned off by the cult of celebrity perpetually keeping the bandmembers on the brink of destruction. A third possibility is the immoral nature, mild by today’s standards, of some of the songs - probably not the songs you are thinking of.
The remedy, as I have written before, is to steadfastly resist knowing anything about the artists personally. Forty-five years of relentless publicity makes this difficult in the Stones’ case, but it’s not too late to begin the withdrawal process.
Martin Scorsese’s new film, Shine A Light, apparently of a small venue Stone’s performance, is being released today. I was looking forward to seeing it, but now, after exposure to the publicity, I may take a pass. More likely, I will wait and see what others think and decide later.
One of the reasons I was excited by this film is that the Stones are impossible to see live in any musically relevant way. They are either in huge arenas where the music is lost somewhere in the half mile that separates you from them, or they are in a small venue populated by coked out models and Hollywood types. Not that I wouldn’t snort coke to get in, but I am unlikely to be invited.
In about 1971 I actually went to a Stones concert, reasoning that they were unlikely to tour again. I don’t remember much about it, except that for every thousand feet away from the stage you are, the closer you are to not being there at all.
The Stones concert I remember best was actually an IMAX film at the Museum of Science and Industry in Chicago about twenty years ago. Not only was that experience the best Stones concert, it was the best musical experience of my life. That includes ten rows back from Segovia, all three concerts the Doors did in Chicago, and our own band playing warm-up for Segal-Schwall and BB King, leaving me and my bandmates exactly front row center for BB, a perk I don’t think the promoter intended.
That concert, exquisitely filmed and miked, included no backstage scenes, no guest stars and no bullshit. Mick ran several miles during the concert, something I would rather he didn’t do, but since he never missed a note I am not in a position to complain. I am hoping this film gets to the IMAX again in the wake of Shine A Light publicity.
If you want to take a risk and decide to see Shine A Light, consider seeing the IMAX version. There are approximately ten IMAX theaters within a day trip of here, and any one of them will be twice as better than Carmike.






