The Stones are touring! Wow! Great!...wake up! snap out of it! It's not 1964, it's 40 years later.
Richards is doing a movie. It's Sir Fucking Jagger. Brian Jones is still dead.
Much as my generation ridiculed our parents youth and music (swing music..ewwwww), now too the Baby Boomers are coming under the scornful eye of today's youth.
Pity the brave entertainer who dares to continue past that certain point of no return (""zombie jamborees"...are sucking all the edge and youthful rebellion out of the music"...a laughable comment considering the state of music today, but that's another topic).
To the Stones themselves, they likely see their career as one long continuous story. To us though, they emerge every few years, increasingly appearing as a spectral shadow of a now vanished age.
Which, if nothing else, is a reason to see them, while you still can. Once they go, and a handful of others, then the Sixties are truly and completely finally over. Without that time though, none of today's culture would be as it is.
Same goes for the Stones. Too bad the Beatles can't tour. Fucking Chapman and cigarettes.
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