![On our lunch break yesterday, a few of the writers and the HardTimes janitor went to Odd Obsessions : Chicago’s finest video rental spot. Amidst the clutter of rare, foreign, and great films like this, I found my Holy Grail. The one film the 7th grader inside of me has been dying to see since first learning of it’s existence: Cocksucker Blues.
The Stone’s commissioned photographer Robert Frank to film a documentary of the 1972 tour of America - their first tour since the Altamont tragedy. Comprised of live concert footage, backstage hullabaloos, hotel room romps, and one twisted plane ride, Cocksucker Blues reminds us that the Stones were rock stars before business men (a notion that seems to be lost as of late).
The band tried to have it canned, believing it to be far to explicit and inappropriate. They succeeded, mostly, in that the film is only allowed to be shown in the directors presence.
I’ve been wanting to see this movie for over a decade, so one can imagine how warped and twisted it became in my mind. This, in my pubescent thoughts (and up until yesterday morning), had to be the dirtiest movie in the entire world. True, I could have hoped on over to YouTube and watched the majority of the movie there, but I can’t imagine a cheaper way to experience the Mecca of rock films.
And my god, it’s dirty. It is far more edgy, dark, and disturbing than I ever could have imagined. Look, it does have it’s great moments (like this), and it makes for a wild and twisted watch. Basically a crazy episode of Intervention starring the Rolling Stones. Never mind the booze, coke, heroine, and sex, these boys are addicted to excess (probably still are). They’re snotty, rich bastards who party harder than you or I ever will. Sex, drugs, and rock’n’roll in all its horrible glory. Another fan of the film, Jim Jarmusch puts it wonderfully: ”[Cocksucker Blues] makes you think being a rock and roll star is one of the last things you’d ever want to do.”
If you’d rather not watch the ol’ smutty rock doc, I totally understand. Instead, read this fun little book.
Stay clean and happy, folks.](http://30.media.tumblr.com/E2KpjvwiVls24iruLmBOnRwBo1_75sq.jpg)
On our lunch break yesterday, a few of the writers and the HardTimes janitor went to Odd Obsessions : Chicago’s finest video rental spot. Amidst the clutter of rare, foreign, and great films like this, I found my Holy Grail. The one film the 7th grader inside of me has been dying to see since first learning of it’s existence: Cocksucker Blues.
The Stone’s commissioned photographer Robert Frank to film a documentary of the 1972 tour of America - their first tour since the Altamont tragedy. Comprised of live concert footage, backstage hullabaloos, hotel room romps, and one twisted plane ride, Cocksucker Blues reminds us that the Stones were rock stars before business men (a notion that seems to be lost as of late).
The band tried to have it canned, believing it to be far to explicit and inappropriate. They succeeded, mostly, in that the film is only allowed to be shown in the directors presence.
I’ve been wanting to see this movie for over a decade, so one can imagine how warped and twisted it became in my mind. This, in my pubescent thoughts (and up until yesterday morning), had to be the dirtiest movie in the entire world. True, I could have hoped on over to YouTube and watched the majority of the movie there, but I can’t imagine a cheaper way to experience the Mecca of rock films.
And my god, it’s dirty. It is far more edgy, dark, and disturbing than I ever could have imagined. Look, it does have it’s great moments (like this), and it makes for a wild and twisted watch. Basically a crazy episode of Intervention starring the Rolling Stones. Never mind the booze, coke, heroine, and sex, these boys are addicted to excess (probably still are). They’re snotty, rich bastards who party harder than you or I ever will. Sex, drugs, and rock’n’roll in all its horrible glory. Another fan of the film, Jim Jarmusch puts it wonderfully: ”[Cocksucker Blues] makes you think being a rock and roll star is one of the last things you’d ever want to do.”
If you’d rather not watch the ol’ smutty rock doc, I totally understand. Instead, read this fun little book.
