By Hans Ebert
Back in the day- and these days, more and more of us are going back to those days because, well, it was where everything that actually meant anything, especially music- Rock fans couldn’t wait to get their hands on the latest issue of Rolling Stone. There was Crawdaddy, Creem and the Village Voice, but when in 1967 Jann Wenner published Rolling Stone working out of a warehouse in San Francisco, it took journalism- Rock journalism up a notch. If the Beatles were more popular than Jesus, then Rolling Stone was the bible.
Writers like Dave Marsh, Greil Marcus, Ben Fong-Torres, Lester Bangs, PJ O’Rourke, Timothy White, a very young Cameron Crowe, who went on to write and direct the autobiographical “Almost Famous”, and the great and incredibly knowledgeable Ralph Gleason, not only wrote about music and interviewed musicians, they hung out with them all- Miles Davis, Stevie Wonder, Marvin Gaye, Lennon, Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Clapton etc. Those Rolling Stone covers photographed by the brilliant Annie Leibovitz have become collectors items. Dr Hook even wrote about what it meant to be on the cover of the magazine.