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Recorded during the blazing-hot summer of 1971 in the basement of Keith Richards's 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, and Greenfield was there.
"The sense of chaos and evil that surrounded the recording of 'Exile on Main Street'...is palpable in Greenfield's thrillingly immediate, if sometimes overripe, prose."
From the Publisher
Discusses the making of the Rolling Stones' landmark album during the summer of 1971 at Villa Nellcote, Keith Richards's seaside retreat in southern France, documenting the torturous creative process, including the hedonistic excess, ego, and creative strife that marked the evolution of a seminal musical event. Reprint.
If you were a hot young rock-&-roll band that needed to record an album--and evade some nagging taxes--why not rent a villa formerly used by the Gestapo in the south of France? In 1971, ostensibly to work on EXILE ON MAIN STREET, that's exactly what the Rolling Stones did. Journalist Robert Greenfield hung out with them at their getaway and got an inside scoop on the working methods of Keith, Mick, and the rest of the band. EXILE would come to be considered by many as one of the best rock albums ever made, but that doesn't mean that the Stones and their entourage didn't have plenty of time for the lurid activities that rock stars are inevitably involved in. Greenfield's juicy behind-the-music book reads like your favorite junk food, which the journalist washes down with astute attention to certain mostly gossipy but occasionally musical details.
Editors Note 2
Recorded during the blazing hot summer of 1971 at Villa Nellcôte, Keith Richards’s seaside mansion in southern France, Exile on Main Street has been hailed as one of the greatest rock records of all time. Yet its improbable creation was difficult, torturous...and at times nothing short of dangerous. In self-imposed exile, the Stones-along with wives, girlfriends, and an unrivaled crew of hangers-on-spent their days smoking, snorting, and drinking whatever they could get their hands on, while at night, Villa Nellcôte’s basement studio became the crucible in which creative strife, outsized egos, and all the usual byproducts of the Stones’ legendary hedonistic excess fused into something potent, volatile, and enduring. Here, for the first time, is the season in hell that produced Exile on Main Street.