Exile on Main Street(ISBN=) 英文原版

This is the shocking, decadent, true story behind the making of
the Rolling Stones’ celebrated double album “Exile on Main Street.”
Recorded during the blazing-hot summer of 1971 in the basement of
Keith Richards’ palatial mansion by the sea in the south of France,
“Exile on Main Street” freezes forever in time a moment when the
Stones and their counterculture audience found themselves at a
crossroads. Groundbreaking music journalist Robert Greenfield was
there. Night after night for weeks on end while their wives,
girlfriends and a crew of assorted hangers-on smoked marijuana and
hashish, snorted cocaine and injected themselves with heroin
upstairs, the Stones descended like coal miners into a dank, humid
basement to lay down tracks. As Mick and Keith were writing the
songs that eventually comprised Exile, a variety of celebrities,
among them John Lennon and Yoko Ono and Gram Persons, descended on
the villa, and so did a sinister band of local drug dealers known
to one and all as “les cowboys”. While the work of recording any
album is rarely joyful and the Stones themselves were already known
to be perfectionists in the studio, the process that brought “Exile
on Main Street” into the world became a display of extreme group
dynamics unparalleled even in their own tortured history. Literally
and figuratively, this was a record made in hell.

Robert Greenfield is the author of A Journey Through America
with the Rolling Stones (Helter Skelter, 1-900-92424-2) the classic
account of the Stones’ 1972 tour, and co-author of Bill Graham
Presents as well as Dark Star: An Oral Biography of Jerry Garcia
and a forthcoming biography of Timothy Leary. He lives in Carmel,
California.

Prologue
Act One
Act Two
Aftermath
Acknowledgments
Sources

“an engrossing read which imparts the flavour of a curiously
intense period of activity.” –The Evening Standard”God alone knows
why Greenfield waited 35 years to write this book, but the feeling
you get from reading it is that it was an itch he never got round
to scratching, one that has bothered him ever since, the more so as
time has gone by. It is fortunate indeed, then, that it’s a book
quite a lot of people might want to read.” –The Independent on
Sunday(G)oing into the fine detail of those months in France was a
great idea, and (Robert Greenfield) does a good job of conveying
how ghastly they were – with Richards lolling on the bathroom
floor, a needle in his arm; and a coked-up Jagger hanging round the
basement, fuming. –Sunday Telegraph