Get a Line On You [Brian Jones]

The Bittersweet Symphony - MOJO July 1999 Part 1

Okay because I have like a million things on the Stones I decided to start going through everything again, so the following posts will be articles out of papers, books or whatever.

Anyway I'll start with the MOJO magazine article from 1999 where the Interview with Pete was in too.  Partly because I can leave that part out and because it is one of the few things I actually have in English and don't need to translate first.  It's very complete too, I mean you get a good insight into Brian and his life. (Though there are points I strongly disagree with, because well I probably need to write my own article to be fully happy with it.)

Warning: it's very long, so I split it up into several still kinda long parts. 

The photographs are mine. 

The Bittersweet Symphony 

Rolling Stones founder, Rolling Stones Reject; ruthless controller, helpless passenger; blues obsessive, dabbler in the exotic, countercultural networker, paranoid recluse; adored Prince Charming, vicious heartbreaker; 60's legend, real life murder victim? Thirty years after his death, the twisted saga of Brian Jones.

By Rob Chapman. Portrait: Gered Mankowitz.

Chances are, regardless of the era or location you grew up in, there's a couple of types you've known at one time or another. Firstly, there's our resident Lothario-let's call him Vinnie- a little mad, bad and dangerous to know. The local tearaway. Vinnie's name often crops up in the same hushed breath as "back seat of a car", "knickers round her ankles", and "had to go for a while until the heat died down". Then there's this other guy. Let's call him Cedric. Bespectacled. Quiet. Nervy rather than nerdy. Disconcertingly distant, as if he's forever entertaining some private joke in your presence. Invited you round to his house one day and you wondered why he was so intent on playing his dad's record collection, until it dawned on you that these obscure discs in their thick cardboard sleeves by black artists you'd never heard of weren't his dad's at all. They were his and he seemed to know every note, every nuance.