Questo mese dedica la cover agli Stones.. ma non ricordo se lo distribuiscono anche in Italia

http://www.uncut.co.uk/news/the_rolling ... news/11144

Sì di solito si trova, ad esempio all'edicola della stazione

Direttamente da Uncut:

Richards passes judgment on the Led Zeppelin reunion: "Fuck off. 'Stairway To Heaven' don't make it for me, baby." He also has little time for the Stones' successors, saying, "I didn't like Oasis. I didn't like the Sex Pistols. I don't like any of those English rock'n'roll bands. They're all fucking crap."

si, è un anticipo dell'intervista che dovrebbe uscire nel numero di aprile..., quella di cui si è già parlato in qualche altro topic

ed ha pure ragione!!!!!

OVVIO CHE HA RAGIONE!!!

ma è di aprile o marzo???

nel senso...che c'e' scritto?
mi sa che dovro' fare un corso di "inglese per tutti"

sticky, non so se è di marzo o aprile, se qualcuno la trova -l'intervista integrale, intendo- può postarla così la traduco? grazie

riguardo a quello che ha detto KR, devo dire che gli Oasis mi sono sempre piaciuti e pure i Sex Pistols.

grazie comunque....oggi andrò a dare 1 okkiata alle edicole e librerie qui a giro....se è di questo mese la compro e poi posto l intervisto ok carla???

qualcuno l'ha passata su un forumminchia eccola:

The Rolling Stones: "Shine A Light"
2008-02-08 11:27:29
When The Rolling Stones played at Twickenham in the summer of 2006, I
was lucky enough to bag a seat relatively close to the stage. Close
enough, in fact, that I could watch Mick Jagger's extraordinary
contortions without having to rely entirely on the big screens.

Continued...

Marvelling at the band's enduring excellence, I was also transfixed
by Jagger. It was hard to think of another artist who palpably
concentrated on their performance quite this hard; not their playing
or singing, but their physical performance. Every single move,
whether choreographed or spontaneous, seemed to be the product of
rapid, narcissistic, intense calculation. It was impressive,
compelling and a bit weird, too.

I was reminded of this, anyway, watching Martin Scorsese's new film
about the Stones, "Shine A Light". "Shine A Light", as you may know,
is a concert movie more or less, filmed at New York's Beacon Theater
in the presence of Bill and Hillary Clinton, Hillary's mum, their
guests, a selection of enthusiastic beautiful people ringing the
stage and, we can only assume, a bunch of authentically grizzled
Stones fans further back in the venue.

For a couple of hours, Scorsese's battalion of cameras tail the band
around the stage, nuzzling up close to these remarkable men as they
go about the business of a lifetime with commendable vigour. As a
portrait of how a band can grow old and make us rethink how we are
expected to grow old, it's fascinating - not least because the
reliably wily director intersperses the action with archive footage
of the band being interviewed in their pomp.

But without taking too much away from the sterling playing and
slouching of Keith Richards and Ronnie Wood, and the tidy pragmatism
of Charlie Watts (as he did at the end of the two shows I saw on the
last tour, Watts zips on a sensible fleece before he steps out to
take a bow), it strikes me that this is a film about the strange
miracle of Mick Jagger.

You could view much of "Shine A Light", in fact, as an almost
fetishistic celebration of Jagger's body: the relentless close-ups on
that lined face and neck; the logic-defying contrast with that
dynamic teenage body. Scorsese is clearly almost as fascinated by the
spectacle as Jagger is himself, lingering while the singer lifts up
his shirt to reveal the flatness of his stomach; capturing the
frightening concentration that I mentioned at the start.

There's always a lot of talk, when the Stones are mentioned, about
either their love of performing to a crowd, or their love of making
unimaginable amounts of money. Watching Jagger, though, something
else seems to be going on. He seems to be in another place entirely:
you don't get the impression he feeds off the crowd's energy – his
interaction with them is pretty tokenistic – but his focus is total.
I'm not sure it's as simple as proving something to himself, either.
It's a movie, and Jagger is kind of acting, so it seems reasonable to
ask the question: what, exactly, is his motivation?

And the answer, of course, is that I don't know. Perhaps the most
profound thing that Scorsese uncovers in "Shine A Light" – other than
that the Stones remain a phenomenal rock'n'roll band – is that what
has kept them going so long isn't just something as straightforward
as greed or obsession, but also something baffling, intangible.
There's a lot of enjoyable roleplay at the start of the movie,
especially, when the band slip into commercially exigent stereotypes –
Keith the easy-going louche, playing pool with Ron; Jagger the
uptight, meticulous control freak micro-managing every aspect of the
production.

Scorsese milks this for some amusing drama involving himself, with
the director going through a pantomime of trying to get the setlist
out of Jagger before the gig (it's a capricious selection,
incidentally, perhaps designed not to reproduce the content of
previous Stones live product). He films the show beautifully, from
the hook-up between Buddy Guy and a plainly awed Stones on "Champagne
And Reefer", through to an exhilarating set-piece of "Sympathy For
The Devil". Live films often bore me, but "Shine A Light" is pretty
gripping, even during its weaker moments ("Loving Cup" could manage
without a surprisingly overwhelmed Jack White, for instance).

But I guess ultimately, Scorsese has found one of those romantic,
mythological, quintessential Scorsese themes buried here: that
however obvious the motivations of men might seem to be, their
calling can sometimes be more powerful and mysterious than we can
easily comprehend. And, of course, a calling that can be utterly and
completely without end, too. Good film.

jim
non è l'intervista, è la recensione ...
ciao
'pizza

ecco lo sapevo io che qualcuno prendesse in giro altri sapendo che non conoscono molto bene l'inglese......

concordo in pieno