Yesterday, Martin Scorsese released his third rock & roll documentary, entitled “Going away to Spain: the Jane’s Addiction story.” The film treks through all 23 rocky years of the band’s existence in painstaking detail. Perry Farrell laments “man, there were a lot of highs, I mean a lot of highs, but there was also a lot of lows . . . all I can say was Martin was fair. He realized that life
sometimes can be so flowers and sausages.” Asked why the documentary was eight hours long, Scorsese said, “Jane’s Addiction was the quintessential band of this generation. Quintessential. They took the torch from Bowie and just ran with it, all the way to spain. Okay that joke was kinda gay. You’re gonna edit that out, right?” At the release, Scorsese was particularly ecstatic. “You, know, this completes my trilogy. I feel like freaking Peter Jackson. This is my Mount Rushmore. Wait, were their four heads or just three?”
While initially the film brought cheers, the crowd grew agitated after hour two. One angry fan said, “What a fucking joke. Hours 2-6 were just Scorcese playing guitar hero in some basement with Stephan Perkens passed out on the couch.”
Asked if in his old age, he was just living out childhood fantasies, Scorcese responded, “Go fuck yourself! You know whose in my five: Dylan, Richards, Jaggar, Farrell, and the guy whose gonna kick your ass! Yeah, that's right: attitude. Richards taught me that back in the 60's when we were on tour.” Scorcese then proceeded to give a round of high fives to the boys, bumbling down the street, ever now and then taking pit stops to play his air guitar.
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