“I’ll Fix This. I Can Make It Cool Again!” (Vol. 14)

In a new occasional series for paid subscribers. I’m going to take albums that need “fixing” and make them what they should have been…

Today’s fix is Exile on Main St. by The Rolling Stones

And this one’s personal. As time goes on, I feel — increasingly — a love/hate relationship to the music of The Rolling Stones. I was all but raised on it, they felt like the pinnacle of stadium rock the two times I saw them live, but you know what, mid. These days I feel very deflated by this alleged cock-rock. It’s just old man music now. Maybe it always was, too? Obviously, I still have a few favourites, and right time, right place I’m a pimp big time for Some Girls and Tattoo You, and Let It Bleed and Beggar’s Banquet, and Sticky Fingers too.

But the one I’ve always felt a huge love/hate thing for is Exile on Main St.

So, time to ‘fix’ this mess of a ‘double’ album.