Thursday, October 26, 2006

It's time to give it up now

I just got off a tube where I sat opposite a couple around my age with what I reckon must have been an 11 year old son and a 13 year old daughter, presumably on half term holiday.

The girl was sporting a Rolling Stones tour tee-shirt. Now if I'm correct the children's, grandparents would have been listening to Exile on Mainstreet for the first time around the time the parents were born.

Is it just me or is it really time for the Stones to just admit that, it's past mossy and moved into fungal territory. I mean I know they're the world's biggest tax evading rock whore's but there comes a time when everyone just has to have the good grace to realise that when you wrote these lines this may actually apply to you on stage:

When your spine is cracking and your hands, they shake,
heart is bursting and you butt's gonna break.
Your woman's cussing, you can hear her scream,
you feel like murder in the first degree.
Ain't nobody slowing down no way,
ev'rybody's stepping on their accelerator,
don't matter where you are,
ev'rybody's gonna need a ventilator.

6 comments:

Paul said...

I agree - time to hang up the old Tumblin Dice.

My Fav. Stones fan story is from Bill Wyman about fifteen years ago, the band were in the States and met some fans after a gig. One of the girls said to Bill "Gee, I've loved you guys for years, since I bought your first album."

Bill looked at the girl who was about 20 and said "Really?"

"Yeah," she replied, "Some Girls was such a great first album!"

Curmy said...

If they retire, I'll give up the ghost ! I remember the excitement when they first started.

The [Cherry] Ride said...

I'm going to be boring here and say: If they can still crank em out and people will buy their music, then let them be.

Jader said...

But I bet you the 13 year old doesn't even listen to them, but just thinks the T-shirt makes her look cool.

Lucy said...

Its about time they brought in a law against this silly ageist stuff....

Sarnia said...

I love the Stones.

When I was (a very small) girl one was either a Beatles person or a Stones person. I was firmly in the latter camp.

I knew Bill Wyman's brother when I lived in Bermuda. His name was (and probably still is) Paul Perks. So our Bill is actually Bill Perks. Doesn't sound so good though.