Wild horses couldn't drag me away from the televised Rolling Stones 50th Anniversary concert. Front row seats, no traffic and no lines.
No steel wheelchairs for these guys, especially Mick who pranced, danced, sashayed and never stopped moving for 2 ½ hours, at the end of the show he looked as though he could have kept up the pace for another couple hours or so. Keef was Keef as only he can be – except these days he’s sober. Ronnie looked as though he had plans to live up to the message on his t-shirt. And Charlie’s biggest smile was at the end of the last song of the night; we figured he was thinking, “Finally, now I can go home and have a cup of tea.”
Color coordinated!
They keep me happy.
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