In a live Q&A after this Made of Stone premiere – hosted by a deeply reverential Edith Bowman – director Shane Meadows recounted the hilarious tale of how he missed out on the Stone Roses’ legendary Spike Island gig, because he gave his ticket away the night before whilst on acid.
As he readily explained, making this film was his chance to make up for that loss. So what results is effectively his open love letter to the band, which charts their comeback from the initial awkward press conference through to the mammoth gigs at Heaton Park last summer, where 30-odd cameras capture the band in fine form.
It’s a classy and well-crafted documentary, artfully including some fascinating archive footage
It’s a classy, humorous and well-crafted (if a touch long) documentary, artfully including some fascinating archive footage – the early studio sessions, their very first gig, teenagers Brown and Squire mucking about on Scooters.
Yet it’s striking how bygone seem the fashions and haircuts of the mid-1980s, and for me, this issue of timeliness is a sticking point with the whole reunion thing. If I may digress…
Some artists seem to transcend the scene that spawns them – by staying alive to their own creativity, by not resting on their laurels, by moving with the times. Witness Damon Albarn’s zeitgeist-surfing shifts, or PJ Harvey’s career of exploration, or Thom Yorke’s restless, questing energy. Even the original pop chameleon David Bowie is still springing surprises, and Dylan continues to knock out albums of high quality fifty years on.
What these artists have in common is ‘currency’ – however long or short in the tooth, they are being true to themselves, engaging with their muse as is.