Mick Jagger is gathering no moss. He turns 70 years old today.
We take a lot of our icons for granted because they seem always to be in our lives.
Jagger is unique even among the rock and roll stars you’d readily put on a popular-culture Mount Rushmore. Jagger has flourished for 50 years based on his talent for singing and songwriting, his strutting stage show and his ever-present sneer.
Thanks to his lead, the Rolling Stones have morphed from the blues to Billboard chat-toppers to psychedelia to satanic to sex/drugs/it’s only rock and roll to arena crowd-pleasers.
Other performers have hijacked Jagger’s moves, style and sensibilities. We know who they are, too! But Jagger never got crushed by glitter or disco or punk. He remained an original.
Yes, Keith Richards’ popular memoir treated Jagger in a very rough and unkind way. It was a total one-way look — by Rchards’ view.
Jagger’s undeniable talent, though recognized, was overshadowed by his bossiness, churlishness, insecurities and lack of respect for his fellow Stones.
Without Jagger, there would have been — or be today — a band like the Stones. I saw the Stones play in December at the new Barclays Center, and I was overwhelmed by Jagger’s inventiveness, just as I was in recent years at the Grammy show and on Saturday Night Live. The man has still got it. He loves to entertain audiences.
Happy Birthday, Mick. Many more.