Arrived on yesterday afternoon, in time for a 4:00pm meeting. Even with the mechanics strike, my Northwest flight arrived 10 minutes early, imagine that. And the Rolling Stones concert last night was awesome — they sounded great, in rare form.
…the Stones’ show Tuesday was the kind of intimate, low-frills, just plain ol’ rock ‘n’ roll that I’d been dreaming about for years from the world’s greatest band.
Indeed, this was the Mick Jagger show. Dressed in a red leather fedora, red T-shirt, black jacket and black jeans, he carried on like a hyper Prune Face on a Stick. Some 2,000 light years on, he remains an unparalleled frontman and athlete.
While Jerry Rice is retiring from pro football at age 42, Jagger, 62, is still at the top of his game, prancing and primping for nearly two hours and, more significantly, singing with sass and consistent conviction.
Once again, Jagger proved that he is one of rock’s greatest performers. No one in rock enjoys dancing more to his own music than Sir Mick. The Stones may not rank as rock’s greatest artists; they’ve never shown the growth and range of Bob Dylan, Neil Young, Bruce Springsteen, David Bowie and Prince, to name a few.
But that’s OK. It’s only rock ‘n’ roll. And it was enough to make a grown man smile.
From the Minneapolis Star Tribune.