Although the Rolling Stones are one of my favorite bands, somehow I had never seen them live until this weekend. I had opportunities over the years–in the ‘9os, I was going to get tickets, but Pat, my officemate at Details, talked me out of it, arguing that I didn’t really want to see “the dancing skeleton show”: “You don’t want to see the Rolling Stones,” he told me. “You want to have seen them in 1974.” I went along with his logic, figuring they were really too old. Of course, that now seems like a missed chance–I could have seen them when they were only in their 50s!
I saw opening night at the Staples Center this past Friday, in a good seat with a mind-boggling face value of $600. Jack Nicholson got a standing ovation when he made his way to his seat. Mick Jagger came out for an encore wearing a feathered robe; pulled around his body, it made him look like a low-budget villain in a Sid and Marty Krofft TV show. You can read my complete review for Rolling Stone here, but the short version is that the show was more awesome than not.