i still have a dozen or so issues from the 70's, the Fear and Loathing issues being some of the best they ever produced now? feh... i still have a dozen or so issues from the 70's, the Fear and Loathing issues being some of the best they ever produced now? feh...I used to read it in college. Then I grew up.
YES!
I just hope I live long enough to see WaPo and NYT crash and burn as well.
Ralph J Gleason died in 1975
He took Rolling Stone with him
Jann Wenner
Twink hawker
Not even close
Anyone who knows that era and the music care to challenge me
It’s like Pig and the Dead
Pig died the best Dead with him
And if you've seen any of the covers of Rolling Stone over the past few years you would know this as a fact.
Even the photos of women make them out to look like young boys.
Total sicko.
“Rock Journalism is people who can’t write interviewing people who can’t talk for people who can’t think.” — Frank Zappa
RS loved Bruce Springsteen and hated Led Zepplin.
That did it for me. They sent free copies to my millenial daughter. They went straight into the recycling tub.
They’re dead Jim.
Trump should buy it and give it to Jared/Ivanka to run.
Win/win/win, get them away from the White House and let them air out their liberal selves while still offending the crap out of the MSM and Democrats.
Where are Cream, Crawdaddy, and Tiger Beat? Could they do their own version of “Meet The Press”?
>>Rolling Stone defined cool,
1970s cool == fern bar music
1970s not cool == AC/DC, the Police etc etc.
0 stars:
http://www.rollingstone.com/music/albumreviews/high-voltage-19761216
Those concerned with the future of hard rock may take solace in knowing that with the release of the first U.S. album by these Australian gross-out champions, the genre has unquestionably hit its all-time low. Things can only get better (at least I hope so). A band whose live act features a lead guitarist (Angus Young) leering menacingly while dressed in schoolboy beanie and knickers, AC/DC has nothing to say musically (two guitars, bass and drums all goose-stepping together in mindless three-chord formations). Lyrically, their universe begins and ends with the words “I,” “me” and “mine.” Lead singer Bon Scott spits out his vocals with a truly annoying aggression which, I suppose, is the only way to do it when all you seem to care about is being a star so that you can get laid every night. And that, friends, comprises the sum total of themes discussed on this record. Stupidity bothers me. Calculated stupidity offends me.
0 stars
http://www.rollingstone.com/music/albumreviews/outlandos-damour-19790614
The lack of emotional commitment becomes truly offensive in the minstrel-show Natty Dread accent that Sting puts on for the reggae numbers. The Clash’s great “(White Man) in Hammersmith Palais” works as white reggae because it’s all about Joe Strummer’s painful awareness that he can never claim this music as his own. Sting simply co-opts the style without acknowledging that such questions exist. The Police’s reggae is an infuriating and condescending parlor trick—a kind of slumming that isn’t even heartfelt.
As entertainment, Outlandos d’Amour isn’t monotonous—it’s far too jumpy and brittle for that—but its mechanically minded emptiness masquerading as feeling makes you feel cheated, and more than a little empty yourself. You’re worn out by all the supercilious, calculated pretense. The Police leave your nervous system all hyped up with no place to go.
https://news.avclub.com/1977-s-rolling-stone-the-10th-anniversary-was-an-unmiti-1798247121
The Boomer generation needs to die off. Worst, most selfish generation ever.
Do ya feel any better NOW??
I’ll bid $.05 for it. I think that’s still $.049 to much...
Like MTV, it was better when it was just about the music. Left wing propaganda always does poor box office.
"Unproven" is the new "fictitious".
Oh well, bye. Never bought it or read it.
I wonder how Sabrina Rubin Erdely is doing? Her website still touts her brilliant career, mentions every article she ever wrote except the UVA phantom gang rape.
Ah yes, Mark Seliger. One of the great cover photographers for that magazine. Most were really good. Some lacked a bit of good taste.