Someone needs to make a documentary about Brian Jones and center on his music, his guitar playing, whether slide or perfect rhythm to Keith Richards' rough, messy leads, and not just center on his death as if he only lived to die...
What's here could be best described as a kind of gossip-documentary coming from various friends, none of them that important, memorable, or famous except Ian Stewart's voice from an obviously very old interview...
The same images of Brian are shown that we've seen a hundred times, and never strumming more than once on a guitar but making cute faces and messing around. What's worse here is the music. They couldn't afford The Rolling Stones so they settle for really bad renditions of what sounds like a cover band warming up.
What's here could be best described as a kind of gossip-documentary coming from various friends, none of them that important, memorable, or famous except Ian Stewart's voice from an obviously very old interview...
The same images of Brian are shown that we've seen a hundred times, and never strumming more than once on a guitar but making cute faces and messing around. What's worse here is the music. They couldn't afford The Rolling Stones so they settle for really bad renditions of what sounds like a cover band warming up.