Thirty years ago, the Rolling Stones swept America, taking Exile on Main Street to Main Streets across the nation. Everyone held their breath to see what would happen; the Stones’ previous U.S. tour had been a chaotic circus culminating in the infamous death of a fan at Altamont. And this tour (the “Stones Touring Party”) was rumored to be wilder than ever: bigger shows in major arenas, with a far larger entourage and even more drugs. Robert Greenfield went along for the ride, and came away with a riveting insider’s account, called by Ian Rankin “one of the greatest rock books ever written.” The reality lived up to the rumor: take one part Lee Radziwill, a dash of Truman Capote, set the scene at Hef’s Playboy mansion, and toss in the county jail for good measure. That was the Stones Touring Party, the ultimate rock ‘n’ roll band at the height of its spectacular depravity.