Essential viewing for fans of Exile on Main St. – the essential Stones’ album that set the tone for Seventies rock culture, grew the legend of the greatest rock & roll band in the world and now ranks as one of the greatest in rock history. The Stones had too much fun making it, as this 60 minute documentary shows.
“The sunshine bores the daylights out of me,” but for Stones fans this small treat won’t. It chronicles their sumptuous exile on the French Riviera during which they made Exile, with a concluding trip to L.A. to finish it. Don’t expect a concert, though several songs get played almost all down the line. It’s a loving cup.
Do expect the Glimmer Twins in all their shambling brilliance. Stones fans can get satisfaction from that.
Mick & Keith are the transcendent stars, of course. Charlie the bemused & quiet Bill are also present and accounted for, both of them missing their British comfort food, whatever that might be.
Mick Taylor, the fifth member of the band during this period, appears out of place. Cherubic instead of chiseled, he simply doesn’t look like a Rolling Stone.
Stones’ session players get significant airtime, especially Texan sax hero Bobby Keys.
Their entourage creates a Rock People spotting experience.
The music’s the thing. The film makes clear how the Stones took the time to get it right.
Let’s remember how great Exile on Main St. is. Interspersed between five supremely great rock songs are a double-album’s worth collection of boogie, blues and country numbers, all full of vinegar. The Top 5?
Only Tumbling Dice hit the Top 40 – twice, for the Stones then for Linda Ronstadt – but each is a better song than most bands might ever hope to have. Truth.
Sex and drugs and rock-n-roll come to life.
The Stones fled Britain’s high tax rates, proving that 1%ers always find a way to thwart a greedy taxman. Hell, their fellow British rock god – George Harrison – turned Taxman into a Beatles’ song.
How is it then that Mick Jagger and the rest of the rock establishment champion big government with its attendant confiscatory tax rates? Famously attuned to irony and hypocrisy, they’ve obviously failed to look in the mirror regarding their own tax avoidance schemes. Let’s just call them Proto-Tories.
Who wouldn’t want to go into luxurious exile when the taxman comes calling? However, only rock stars get away with such behavior while maintaining their left-wing cred. Hypocrites.