Well, you can get satisfaction and a lot more if you go to see The Rolling Stones in concert. They kicked off their Bigger Bang tour here in Boston a couple of days ago and it did, in fact, start with a bang that included a burst of fireworks and the band playing Paint It, Black.
I won’t try to describe the show but Sympathy for the Devil with Mick in crushed red velvet coat and hat was fantastic, so was Jumping Jack Flash when the band had moved into the center of the arena onto a small stage. They’re still tight, still full of spirit and still worth whatever it takes to go see them. I thought that this would be the last time we’d go; they’re getting up there now. But if they come around again we’ll come around too, whatever it takes. We got such a hit of energy that very first moment that, if we’d heard nothing else, it would have been enough. They’re that great.
And Mick. Mick is, simply, amazing. He defies age. He looks after himself, is beyond fit, has energy and stamina. It’s pure inspiration to see him move and sing. The Stones give it their all. They’re still creative, still letting the spirit move them, still working hard, still expanding. And still after all these years moving us beyond our complacent selves into the place of infinite possibility. And making it fun. FUN. Now, to expand my world. I’ll keep that vision of Mick flying across the stage and do a thousand more sit-ups.
Go Obama!
September 24th, 2006 at 12:19 am
I’ve always wanted to see them in concert…someday. I have this great memory of being at a little dive bar in Park Slope Brooklyn — they had coffee cans and chopsticks on every table for people to play, somebody would get up on the riser (stage) to start something, whatever came to mind. Sometimes with instruments, sometimes not. One night a guy started playing Sympathy for the Devil with guitar and people came pouring in off the street. Everybody grabbed something to play, and the singing was just incredible. Played it three times through, then everybody went home. Perfect.