I love documentaries. I really love them. I don’t think I’ve seen a bad documentary, per say. I subscribe to the theory that at the very least, a documentary will tell or show you something you didn’t know, and thus it wasn’t a complete waste of time. Some are better than others. The Martin Scorsese film on Bob Dylan, for example, is a damn good documentary. Recently, I sat down and watched HBO’s Rolling Stones documentary Crossfire Hurricane, which while not as good as Scorsese’s No Direction Home, was entertaining.
And how could anything about the Rolling Stones not be entertaining? As far as legendary bands go, the Stones are tops when it comes to drugs, debauchery, death, and deceit. All the makings of a compelling documentary, right? Well Crossfire Hurricane covers all the major points in the band’s storied career, but doesn’t really dig in very deep. Some of it felt rushed and major chapters in the band’s career are glossed over. It wasn’t until the credits started to roll (and I thought, “That’s it?”) that I saw what the problem was: the band were the producers.
So Crossfire Hurricane is really the whitewashed version of the Stones as told by the Stones. If you’re super-fan, you’re not going to necessarily gain any new insights, but the backstage/behind-the-scenes footage is worth seeing. We see the Stones at the height of their success doing drugs and running around half (or totally) naked backstage. It’s all very cheeky and fun.
I really wanted to recommend Crossfire Hurricane as THE Stones documentary to see…but it’s not. The real story is what happened after the credits had rolled: the next morning, all I could think about were the tunes. I fired up Spotify and started skipping around in the band’s massive back catalogue. And then a funny thing happened: I discovered my all-time favorite Stones song.
STICKY FINGERS, compliments of Andy Warhol.
I was listening to STICKY FINGERS while doing my laundry, when I heard “Bitch.” I’d of course heard it before, but I didn’t hear it until this week. The cocky, self-assured Jagger vocals, the brilliant Keef guitar lick…it was your standard-issue Stones song until the horns kicked in. Holy shit, the horns take “Bitch” from good to fantastic. It was like hearing “Satisfaction” for the first time: I was blown away.
Which got me thinking, if a great never-played-on-the-radio song like “Bitch” could hit me like a bolt of lightning—what other astoundingly great Stones songs am I missing out on? Suddenly being a more causal Stones fan doesn’t seem so cool. There is only one course of action: I must listen to everything by the Stones to ensure that I’m not missing out on any other gems.
To be fair, “Bitch” was a B-side to “Brown Sugar” so it wasn’t cast off into complete obscurity, but with B-sides like this who knows what awesome deep-cuts I’m missing out on. These are the problems of a true music-nerd. There are too many great bands with too many great songs left undiscovered. Whenever I find a blank spot on my musical map, I try to fill it in. That a band like the Rolling Stones has so many blank spots on my map is embarrassing, to be sure. So even though I’m pretty sure I could die a happy rock-enthusiast without hearing the entirety of the Rolling Stones 80’s output—I’m gonna listen to it all. Just knowing the singles and key albums is good, but the odds ‘n sods/deep-cuts are what keep me going, both as a fan and as a human being.
That endless quest for my next favorite song, that’s the very essence of what DEFENDING AXL ROSE is all about. In the coming days, weeks, and months, I’ll post more about my travels in the Stones back catalogue.
Defending Axl Rose 