Click here to read reviewer Zane Ewton's take on Ain't It Time We Said Goodbye.
This is journalist Robert Greenfield's accounts of his wild ride with the Rolling Stones in March 1971, when the fabled band rode out on their final tour of Great Britain. Because they were making so much money and wanted to keep some of it, the group was forced to retreat to France as tax exiles and as a result this would be the Stones' last tour on home court.
Greenfield was the only writer allowed to tag along during those 10 days in
1971, and what he saw and experienced has ended up on these pages. The author
provides a rare glimpse behind the curtain where all the magic and madness
always happens on the road. Here is a brief passage from his wonderful rock and
Because he and Anita were shooting as much as a third of a gram of heroin a day during the tour, neither of them can leave the country without first undergoing some form of treatment to clean themselves up. And so instead of taking long, bracing walks through the woods at Redlands, Keith lies in bed twitching and puking as he endures the same nightmare of a cure that did not keep either him or Gram Parsons straight for long just a month ago.
That Greenfield was allowed to witness such an event much less write about it is unbelievable. You'd think the Stones' handlers would have sought him out while he was writing the book to see what he was going to reveal. But they didn't, and what we have is virtually an unobstructed view of the Rolling Stones in all their glorious decadence. He has updated this version by inserting personal comments that did not appear in the original edition published years ago.
An honest and eye-opening journal of life on the road with the world's greatest rock band. Don't you wish you were there?