| Even as one of the longest-serving contributors Australian Rolling Stone has had, in all that time between the late 70s and late 90s, I could never quite shake off a certain feeling of interloperliness. Unlike Toby Creswell, the editor there for a lot of that tenure, who grew up steeped in Stone and its music and mythology, I was never greatly enamoured of its whole West Coast sensibility. But the point about the Australian edition as it entrenched a local profile in the 80s was that indeed, it was very localised and really quite different to the parent American edition. Jan Wenner, what a knob he was and gets worse with his every pronouncement… But if Australian Rolling Stone was a small powerhouse that way outlived its nearest rival RAM, but then started faltering in the face of the digital revolution, I couldn’t be happier to see its latest resurrection looking quite strong. Power to The Brag for producing a hard-copy magazine in this day and age that looks great and still seems to have some concern left for journalism and for pop culture that isn’t entirely corporate/celebrity-driven. And so it is that I’m chuffed to have an extract from my Saturday Night Fever 33 1/3 book run in the current issue. Check it out here or for just a few dollars more than the price of the magazine, get a copy of the book! |
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