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Mick: The Wild Life and Mad Genius of Jagger (Anglais) Broché – 5 mars 2013

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When Justin Timberlake chronicled his painful breakup with Britney Spears in 2002’s “Cry Me a River,” Lizzy Jagger showed the autobiographical video to her father. “You see the scene in the video?” she asked. “That actually happened, Dad.” Mick Jagger knew instinctively that the rules that applied to other stars did not necessarily apply to him. “If I wrote about what my life is really about, directly and on the money,” Mick said, “people would cringe.”

No matter to the millions of fans who spanned the generations, and for whom the term “Jagger swagger” defines what it means to be truly hip and cutting edge—not just fifty years ago when Mick first stepped onto a stage with the Rolling Stones, but today. As the Stones approach their half-century milestone, such contemporary artists as Ke$ha, Kanye West, and the Black Eyed Peas pay musical homage to Jagger—none more memorably than Maroon 5’s Adam Levine and Christina Aguilera, who added their voices to the mounting crescendo of musical tributes with “Moves Like Jagger.” First performed on the hit NBC reality TV show The Voice in June 2011, “Moves Like Jagger” zoomed to number one. With the aid of a hit video featuring the lanky, tattooed Levine, a seductive Christina, and riveting archive footage of a fleet-footed Mick—the true star of the production—“Moves Like Jagger” dominated the musical landscape for the rest of the year.

Is he Jumpin’ Jack Flash? A Street Fighting Man? The Midnight Rambler? A Man of Wealth and Taste? All this, it turns out, and far, far more. By any definition, Mick Jagger is an original, one of the dominant cultural figures of our time. Swaggering, strutting, sometimes sinister, always mesmerizing, he grabbed us by our collective throat a half century ago and—unlike so many of his gifted peers—never let go.

Jagger is arguably the last of the rock titans, although even that description sells him short. Over the past half century—from the tumultuous sixties and hedonistic seventies to the booming eighties and no-holds-barred nineties to hardscrabble 2012—Mick seeped into the pores of the culture in a way few others have.

To baby boomers and subsequent generations, Mick was a fun-house mirror reflection of every phase, fad, movement, and trend. Once the Beatles paved the way with their squeaky-clean brand of youthful rebellion, the Stones gloried in being dirty, scruffy, raunchy, and rude. Students took to the streets to protest the war in Vietnam, and Mick supplied them with rage-filled anthems.

No group epitomized the sex, drugs, and rock-and-roll ethos of the psychedelic era more than the Stones. And when the occult was added to the mix, Mick wrapped himself not in some mystic’s robes but in Lucifer’s crimson cloak.

His macho street fighter image behind him, Mick became an avatar of androgynous chic, wearing mascara and lipstick and exploring his bisexual side. This, in turn, morphed seamlessly into the disco era, when Mick slipped his bony frame into white satin jumpsuits, bathed himself in glitter, and belted out dance hits between hits of cocaine.

The “Just Say No” eighties of Ronald Reagan brought another shape-shift for Jagger. Now Mick was a family man, and staunchly antidrug. “Why,” he now claimed with a straight face, as if the previous thirty years hadn’t happened, “I never really did any of those things.”

As it turned out, more than Mick’s lips were larger than life. Everything he did both on and off stage seemed to be bigger, faster, louder. As the lead singer of the Rolling Stones, he sang, pranced, strutted, vamped, and yes, swaggered, before more people than anyone in history. By 2010, of the ten highest-grossing concert tours of all time, the Rolling Stones occupied spots one, three, four, five, and nine.

Then, of course, there were the records—an astounding 250 million albums sold—and the annual polls never failing to rank the Rolling Stones as the greatest rock-and-roll band of all time. Which, logically, made Mick the number one rock vocalist of all time.

Offstage Mick did not disappoint, living the sybaritic life of an arrogant, self-obsessed, seemingly out-of-control rock star to the hilt. The public dramas and private heartaches were detailed meticulously by a ravenous press, along with the wretched excesses of Mick’s private life: the lavish homes and limousines, the private jets and yachts, the drugs, the women—and sometimes the men. But especially the women.

Along the way, Mick used skills he learned as a student at the London School of Economics to help the band earn billions and make its members all absurdly rich—in Mick’s case, to the tune of $400 million. He also slavishly pursued his dream of being accepted into the highest circles of British society—a quest that, in time, earned him a knighthood.

For essentially his entire adult life, this vocal enemy of the Establishment has also been cozy with England’s aristocracy—just one in the mind-spinning tangle of contradictions that make up Jagger the man.

Mick is the suburban English schoolboy who exploded on the scene singing blues from America’s heartland; the gym teacher’s son who became the poster boy for unfettered hedonism; the street tough with the refined tastes of a proper English gentleman; the androgynous dabbler in bisexual love with boundless heterosexual appetites; the knight of the realm who for fifty years has reveled in his worldwide image as rock’s rebel emeritus, the legendary Lothario whose most important and enduring human relationship is with another man who claims not to understand him at all: Keith Richards.

As the Rolling Stones celebrated their fiftieth anniversary, Jagger remained one of the most written about, talked about, and speculated about people on the planet. Yet, incredibly, he succeeded in cultivating the one thing that all true icons have in common: a powerful mystique.

It is, in the end, that singular, galvanic force of nature—a charismatic creature who would have achieved stardom with or without the Rolling Stones—who continues to mesmerize, excite, and enthrall us after a half century. Scandal, money, drama, music, fame, drugs, sex, and genius—all this and more are embodied in the man whose very name defines an era. That man is Jagger. That man is Mick. --Ce texte fait référence à l'édition Relié .

Revue de presse

"Jam-packed with juiciness." --Entertainment Weekly

"Hot tub reading at its very tingliest." --National Post

"Explosive...You'd have to be fairly high-minded not to be curious." --The Telegraph

"Breathless." --Bloomberg News

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2.0 étoiles sur 5 Hype and Speculation 11 juillet 2012
Par Sally - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format: Relié Achat vérifié
I don't expect anyone to approve of this review, and that's fine. Because unlike the author of the book, I'm telling the truth.

I was part of the music scene in the 1960s. I have also written (and read many) biographies. I'd hoped this book would be a true story about Mick's life, but the author makes assumptions, "quotes" things people said while alone one-on-one forty-five years ago, tells in detail what people did while completely and utterly alone, and fails to give any footnotes or a bibliography for what at best are educated speculations and at worst are flat-out lies. It gives a canary/butter/sunny neon yellow tinge to the term "yellow journalism."

The Stones have always been my favorite rock group. I spent marginal time with them during the 1960s and I've seen them time and again, from the first tame (and yes, they were tame) American concerts in 1964 through the E-ticket Disneyland rides decades later. A lot of what the author seems to think went on just didn't happen. I was there and I have absolutely no reason to lie.

I don't get it. Why write another National Enquirer-quality book about a cultural icon ... other than to make a buck? Why not research the truth, footnote direct quotes, and otherwise prove that your guesses and speculations are true? Some of us might actually read it.

I gave this two stars because I only found about two dozen typos, and considering the length of this often-boring and extremely questionable book, that's kind of remarkable. In reality, I'm grossly disappointed that Mick has sunk low enough after the Saturday Night Live debacle to allow this book to be published.
54 internautes sur 63 ont trouvé ce commentaire utile 
1.0 étoiles sur 5 Wishful Thinking Doesn't Necessarily Result In A Good Book 21 juillet 2012
Par G.I Gurdjieff - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format: Relié
I bought this book because I thought it might be interesting. Truth is, it might be interesting to some people who want to read a trashy work of fiction inspired by heresay about a real person. Sex, drugs, and rock and roll is a pretty good formula for book sales. The problem with this book is that it relates a lot of tawdry tales about a supposedly bisexual Jagger hopping into bed with so many people that it would be a wonder if the man could walk let alone perform on stage after his many sex sessions. Above and beyond that, most of what is recalled here really can't be substantiated through multiple or even reputable sources.
When you strip away the glitz of Jagger's persona what remains is a boring book that isn't remotely compelling and not particularly well written. I had a very difficult time reading this book because it was boring.
Since Jagger's life has been played out publicly for 5 decades, I expected this book to be a legitimate biography based on documented fact since there is plenty of material out there. Problem is this is a jumble of junk.
I'm mad that I spent money on this book, but in this case I have no one to blame except myself.
45 internautes sur 54 ont trouvé ce commentaire utile 
1.0 étoiles sur 5 What rubbish 16 juillet 2012
Par Boxodreams - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format: Relié
Honestly, I don't know what the hell was true. The women rolled in and out as if on a conveyor belt. The men, almost, too. The writing quality of this thing is absolute trash. Keith Richards, with a little help, wrote a real humdinger, full of insight, great stories, context, frank admissions, music and the rock 'n roll life of the man who laid down the blueprint for thousands to follow. This thing here is a catalog of crud. If it's all true, get a real writer to put it in readable semblance. Mick Jagger is a brilliant artist, one of the greatest songsmiths, recording artists and performers in the history of, at least, recorded music. What value, exactly, are we getting out of this mess?
10 internautes sur 11 ont trouvé ce commentaire utile 
2.0 étoiles sur 5 Doesn't offer anything new 23 juillet 2012
Par Quinn Sussex - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format: Format Kindle Achat vérifié
This book mostly contains bits and pieces of what's been written before - in other books, magazines and the internet. It is hard to tell what is true and what is just rumor and conjecture. It feels like an extended Wikipedia article filtered through the National Enquirer.

What really drags to book down in the second half is that it simply repeats the cycle of Jagger's story -- Mick takes up with some woman, cheats on her like crazy, fights with the Stones, the band gets back together, Mick takes up with some new woman and the money keeps rolling in. In a nutshell, that is the entire couple of hundred pages. No real personal realizations - just contradictions. The story never seems to have a point or ending - just more repeating cycles of excess. Perhaps this truly is the entire life story of Mick Jagger, but if so, there isn't much to be drawn from it all.
16 internautes sur 20 ont trouvé ce commentaire utile 
1.0 étoiles sur 5 Tabloid Trash of the Worst Sort 15 septembre 2012
Par Terry Sunday - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format: Relié
My reviews normally run to about 500 words or so. This one is a lot shorter. The reason is that I have neither the time nor the inclination to write that much about this book.

Suffice it to say that "Mick" is bad--really, really bad. I've never read even a single sentence in "The National Enquirer," so I can't really say for sure, but I imagine that tabloid rag would be much the same as this book. "Mick" is a seemingly endless chronology of Mick Jagger's sexual exploits, real or imagined, and that's about it. If you're looking for a thoughtful biography of the Rolling Stones' singer/songwriter, insights or anecdotes about the band during its 50-year history or indeed much of anything outside of Jagger's bedroom, you'll have to look elsewhere.

I'm glad I got "Mick" from a library. If I had bought it, I wouldn't be able to decide whether to return it or burn it.
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