I needed to understand why—why did I connect so electrically with Bob’s music? What about it touched me so deeply? I realized I’d found something…
I was 22 in 1967 when I hired as a cub reporter by Billboard magazine, “the bible of the music business,” in New York City. While I had greater aspirations as a writer than writing for Billboard, Billboard was my best opportunity for a job after many failed attempts upon graduating college and waiting anxiously for months for the job to finally materialize.
Power up the musical time machine. Set the year for 1967, the year former Rolling Stones manager Andrew Loog Oldham called the true end of the ’60s. Notice how easily the gears slip into place. Suddenly it’s 1967 again, the scent of marijuana mingles with the buzz of LSD, and The Rolling Stones are the greatest rock ‘n’ roll band in the world on their way to becoming living legends. And then… they are historically busted! The Stones are going down. Or are they?