Showing posts with label Mick Jagger. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mick Jagger. Show all posts

Monday, July 26, 2010

Happy Birthday, Mick

Y’all know this already, but perhaps it bears repeating that I love The Rolling Stones. Love above just about all else. To me, it doesn’t get much better than Mick & Keith, and that blanket statement applies to many things (voracious appetites for the rock lifestyle, affinity for skinny pants, unbeatable songcraft, etc.). And as such, I certainly couldn’t let the birthday of the leader of my beloved band of legends pass by unheralded.

Yes, little lads and ladettes, today is the birthday of Mister Mick Jagger, otherwise known as The Voice (or The Lips). When it comes to frontmen, there is none better than this man. Nor, possibly, will there be better. Those pouty lips, those undulating hips…his primal persona behind the mic (and probably behind closed doors, too) means that the man is and forever shall be walking sex. And let’s face it. In the realms of rock, that’s exactly how it should be.

A very hearty, lusty, and enthusiastic birthday to Mick.

mp3: Dead Flowers (Townes Van Zandt from the Big Lebowski Soundtrack)

mp3: I'm A King Bee (The Rolling Stones from England's Newest Hitmakers)

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Happy Birthday, Mick

Ask me who my favorite band is, and I'll give you a list of three names: Radiohead, The Verve, and this man's band. The Rolling Stones.

To me, and countless others, they are unparalleled, without peer, and the best damn rock band the world has ever known. And o, those lips...All of this will of course amuse my mother to no end, because for years we fought over The Stones and The Beatles (I was a proponent of the Fab Four for a long time). I once spoke disgustedly about the Stones song "Under My Thumb" and the woman Jagger sang about. But one day I woke up, saw the light, and haven't looked back.

It doesn't get any better than Mick Jagger as a frontman. He is the consummate lead singer, the oversexed, overly hedonistic with bedroom eyes and a whip-smart intelligence. Sure, he fibbed when he said many years ago that he would quit when he was 30. I don't know about you, but I'm glad that was a lie.


Happy 66th Birthday to the Man, the Myth, the Legend: Mick Jagger.