Mick Jagger
Goddess in the Doorway (Virgin)
by Jon Sarre
Mick Jagger still looks good, I guess, for a guy pushing sixty or however old he is and he probably still dances around like Gimme Shelter was shot last week. “Probably,” I say, cuz I can’t afford to see the Stones, and my all-access shitty punk rock dive privs don’t work in arenas, natch, so I don’t know from personal ken, but we ain’t in court (not yet, anyhow) so hearsay’s okay with me, at least for these purposes. So anyhow, forgive me for sayin’, but I think mebbe Mick’s done gone senile. I mean, Mick, you’re in THE ROLLING STONES. You are The Rolling Stones, you and Keif anyhow. Charlie’s a great drummer, but he’s still just the drummer and Ronnie Wood is a replacement of a replacement and Bill Wyman had to be stuck bein’ the only one with the personal integrity to ditch the whole thing and retire (so he could “work” with children) whence it became apparent to all interested observers that the damn band is nothin’ but a phenomenally highly paid oldies act, which makes the Greatest Rock’n’Roll Band in the World at this Very Moment New Bomb Turks (by default, cuz I can’t think of anyone better).
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