Editor

I’VE been thinking a lot recently about Martin Scorsese’s concert film , and what it said (and still says) about The Rolling Stones. Armed with a multitude of cameras, Scorsese followed the Stones around the stage of New York’s Beacon Theatre in 2008, getting up close to the band as they played for almost two hours. For anyone who’s seen the Stones in a field or arena – distant figures on a tiny stage – Scorsese’s film was revelatory for its proximity to the band as they spiritedly went about their business. Critically, though, in its intimacy and detail, was a fascinating portrait of how a band can grow old and make us rethink how we are expected to grow old.