Sunday, 30 June 2013

The Rolling Stones at Glastonbury

I need to type this now while I'm on a high from watching - no I wasn't fortunate enough to see them finally grace Worthy Farm with their presence - But even now after 51 years and with Mick just one month away from his 70th, the band can still rock me from the comfort of my living room (and with ticket prices so astronomical that's likely the only place I'll ever get to see 'em) which is where I have just witnessed a little over an hour of their set care of BBC2

The BBC coverage was naturally somewhat abridged - I believe Mick was on record as saying they signed to play Glastonbury and not a TV show - but there was still fun to be had. Joining them at 10:45 this evening with Miss You the boys were perhaps what could be more kindly described as  a little ramshackably glorious, a rusty style that continued through the exploration of lesser performed hits from their back catalogue including 2000 Light Years From Home and a fabulously shambolic Midnight Rambler which saw them joined by former member Mick Taylor (Fan squeal!) Naturally as fans for life are often prone to secretly voice within themselves, I must admit I wondered if perhaps they weren't at their best. Had time - on their side for so long - finally caught up with them? Was it simply that they weren't cut out for Glastonbury? But such fears were soon quashed and I realised the folly in writing them off too soon because less than half hour in they really came alive, firing on all cylinders with Sympathy For The Devil and Start Me Up and from there to end and the welcome encore they were on fire. Hits came thick and fast; Brown Sugar, You Can't Always Get What You Want, Tumbling Dice, (I Can't Get No) Satisfaction...I was in heaven, and I wasn't alone because the band looked like they were having an absolute ball too with Mick, the perennial ringmaster of 'The Rock and Roll Circus' clearly loving being the centre of attention and whipping up the crowd like only he can.

I'm deeply envious of anyone who managed to bag a ticket to Glasto this year and who got to see them. Mark Radcliffe introduced the coverage claiming the immediate area around the Pyramid Stage was chock-a-block, with a massive overspill falling out into the 'streets' to the shop stalls and up into the encampments on the surrounding hills. I'm also told celebrity attendees included Wayne and Coleen Rooney. The cunts. If ever there were people who didn't deserve to see The Stones its that kind of 'fame'. Ah well, money and prestige talks. And yes I am deeply jealous.

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