CONSIDERING
THAT THE key members of the band that has operated for more than a half-century
are aged – rock stars Mick Jagger and Keith Richards both are now 75 years old.
Yet
carrying on as though they think they’re still in their early 20s, playing
music for the masses and carrying on the image of the late, great bluesman
Muddy Waters – whose hit song “Rolling Stone” gave the band their very name.
Now
I’ll be the first to admit that at age 53, I’m not capable of the kind of
stamina one would need to do such a tour. It kind of astounds me that Richards,
of all people, would be capable.
But
then again, if someone were willing to pay me the kind of money the Rolling
Stones will be getting for these shows, I’d figure a way to get myself up and
running so as to do it.
A favorite, particularly the cover |
BUT
THEN AGAIN, the Rolling Stones seem to be a unique institution, performing
those concerts that still draw the kinds of crowds to pack stadiums such as
Soldier Field.
Whereas
most other rock ‘n’ roll bands of the 1960s who still insist on performing live
are reduced to events such as the Ribfest held every summer in suburban
Naperville.
Or,
like the Buckinghams – the one-time Chicago native band named for the fountain –
playing venues such as the Paramount Theater of Asbury Park, N.J. (they really
played there back on June 21 of this year).
Although
the same purpose was served – allowing aging fans to be able to close their
eyes and pretend they’re still youthful. And that with the opening guitar riff
of “I Can’t Get No (Satisfaction),” they can pretend it’s still 1964 and that
by listening to “the Stones,” they’re making a statement about how much “the Beatles
suck!”
TO
BE HONEST, though, watching those old video snippets of when the Beatles came
to White Sox Park for a pair of concerts back in August of 1965 (just a few
days before I was born) makes me think that event was far more significant than
any of the Stones’ concerts – since my own quickie research finds they have
played here so many times throughout the decades.
The
only way the 2019 concert becomes memorable is if, by chance, there is a fatality
in the band and the event becomes an informal memorial tribute. A morbid
thought that I'm sure no one is rooting for.
But
I’m sure the kind of people paying hundreds of dollars to sit in the outer reaches
of the Soldier Field seating bowl aren’t going to let anyone deprive them of a
musical experience.
And
they’re not about to let some snot-nosed 19-year-old punk make rude comments
about the Rolling Stones being a batch of geezers. They’re going to enjoy their
money.
NOT
THAT I have any intention of showing up – mostly because I think it’s
impossible to truly capture the essence of what made the Rolling Stones so
incredibly unique in musical annals. Time passes us all by, and what we have
left are lasting memories.
And
as far as I’m concerned, I have a personal favorite recording – although not one
that would come to many fans’ minds. It’s “2120 S. Michigan Ave.,” the
instrumental number on one of their first records meant to be a tribute to the
old Chess Records label (which was located at that address).
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