As a child of the late fifties, I'm old enough to remember the Rolling Stones' music first time around, but I was too young then to have any inlking of the social revolution that was underway, soundtracked by the Beatles/Stones et al as they swept away the old guard of safe pop music your mom liked. This is a superb first-hand account from a man who was not only right in the heart of the action, but causing a fair chunk of it himself. Oldham writes with the panache you would expect of an arch pop publicist, and the book is also well served by some equally telling contributions from other sharp observers of the time - some well known, some not. But they all have an interesting tale to tell.
It's difficult not to warm to the author, regardless of the scrapes and states he got himself (and others) into, because he relates his take on events with a disarming honesty throughout, shot through with a wry sense of the absurd. What the reader gets as a result is a well written eye-witness account of a musical revolution in progress. Whether you're young or old, it sets the music in the context of its time, spiced with some glorious anecdotes. And best of all, it makes you want to listen to all that fabulous music (and not just the Stones' stuff) all over again. For anyone with any feeling for the times, the music, or both, this book is indispensible.