"You're probably wondering
what we're trying to do. It's hard to say: sort of a magazine and sort of a
newspaper. The name of it is Rolling
Stone which comes from an old saying, ‘A rolling stone gathers no moss’. Muddy
Waters used the name for a song he wrote. The Rolling Stones took their name
from Muddy's song. "Like a Rolling Stone" was the title of Bob
Dylan's first rock and roll record. We have begun a new publication reflecting
what we see are the changes in rock and roll and the changes related to rock
and roll."
So stated publisher Jann Wenner
in the November 9, 1967 inaugural issue of his magazine. A lot has transpired over the
subsequent five decades. For much of that time it was incredibly powerful and
influential, anointing stars and prolonging careers, while nurturing a small army of talented writers who left their stamp on
topics ranging from pop to politics. (A couple of whom, particularly Matt Taibbi,
rescued the magazine from total irrelevance in the ‘00s.) When it was good, it was very good. And for a long stretch the magazine deserved its exalted reputation as the mainstream's go-to source for rock and pop culture with a splash of politics. But, along the way, the missteps piled up and at times in a seemingly tone deaf and almost deliberate manner.
That its online comments section—regardless of the topic at hand—has become a
nest of often disgusting vitriol-spewing for a significant number of reactionary
conservatives, is as far removed from its hippie, San Francisco origins as one
can imagine.
Rock and roll’s diminishing
stature as youth culture’s lingua franca, not to mention physical publishing’s
economic woes have sent many other competitors to their graves. Yet Rolling
Stone lingers on. How much longer? “We’ll see”, said the blind man.
[Above: Rolling Stone no. 980, Aug. 11, 2005]