The true adventures of The Rolling Stones. Click the pic to buy the book.

You know when Keith Richards says; Stanley Booth’s book is the only one I can read and say, ‘Yeah, that’s how it was’, you know it’s going to be a great book.

As a band, both musically and from an iconic viewpoint, there is nobody cooler in the history of rock n roll than The Stones.

They upheld the values of what music should be, paid homage to the Howlin Wolf’s, Muddy Waters and all the other Blues greats and gave credit where it was due.

They’re also bulletproof(expect for Brian Jones) and are still alive to either tell or verify the tales of an excessive lifestyle spanning 6 decades.

Stanley Booth’s book gives a history of the Rolling Stones from their early rhythm ‘n’ blues days in west London clubs to the end of the 1960s; and it interweaves with mastery the two tragic stories of the decline and death of Brian Jones and the terrifying Altamont concert itself, where the Hells Angels, supposedly providing security, ran amok and murdered a member of the audience.

Although Jagger, Richards, Watts, Wyman and Taylor are still alive and founding members, they do not all make up the current line-up. In honour of them, there’s no more fitting a song title to honour them than: