Happy 60th, Mick Hard to believe that Mick Jagger turned 60 today.
Mick and the Rolling Stones have been in the background of my life for almost as long as I can remember. The first guitar riff my brother taught me was the intro to "Satisfaction." One of the first pop song snippet I remember ever singing as a child was part of the chorus to "Get Off My Cloud." (Hey! [Hey!] You! [You!] Get off of my cloud...) But I had no idea what I was singing.
Even with all this background white noise of the Stones, I was never a true fan. They were always there, and I was okay with them, but I never owned a Stones album until I bought "Some Girls," which came out around 1978, the year I graduated high school.
A few years later, "Tattoo You" came out, and one of my college roommates purchased that LP so I didn't have to. In December 1981, during finals week, the Stones were coming to Kansas City, Mo., on the Tattoo You tour, and a girl who lived in the same apartment complex as I invited me to drive up to KC for the concert. It was supposedly the final tour the Stones would ever do, so I thought I'd be part of history. I went (much to the shagrin of my girlfriend, who preferred I stay and study with her for one of three finals I had the next day), and the concert was okay. But honestly, I thought the opening act, George Thorogood and the Destroyers, put on a better show. I guess I just prefer the boogie bands to the big-name rockers. Plus, there's something about a slide guitar.
Anyway, happy birthday, Mick. Time, it seems, is still on your side.