I don’t know what Mick Jagger’s been eating, but I’d like to try some, please.
The senior is of an age — he’s 75 — when a lot of other folks are chilling in Palm Springs, their working days long behind them. They may nap in the afternoon and retire for the evening at nine. Their exercise might consist of a round of golf or a game of pickle ball. Maybe a little bridge now and again.
But Mick’s not exactly the retiring type. Yes, he recently had some procedure to replace a heart valve, but that hasn’t stopped him and his rock ‘n’ roll homeys from setting out on their 17-stop No Filter tour.
From all reports, Jagger’s still got the swagger — and then some.
As I say, I’d like some of what he’s eating. Anti-aging almonds? Longevity legumes? Endurance edamame?
Can’t say I’ve been a lifelong Stones fan (I’ve always been more of a Beach Boys/Herman’s Hermits gal), but heck, I’m in utter awe. I mean, I’m an awful lot younger than Mick — and by that, I mean a LOT — yet while he’s bouncing mischievously about the stage and throwing his arms in the air, I’m discovering that my legs are suddenly prone to seizing up whenever I sit down for more than half an hour at a time.
Mick, of course, is not the only rock ‘n’ roll Golden Ager out there, but he has to be one of the friskiest. Jumpin’ Jack Flash is apparently jumpin’ as much as ever, and I don’t believe for a second that he can’t get no satisfaction.
Yep, he’s redefining the pensioner crowd, that’s for sure. The only thing I wonder is this: Doesn’t singing Wild Horses for the five-millionth time get a little old after a while? Does he ever feel inclined to add something new to the playlist? Moon River, maybe?
Can’t say I’ll be seeing Mick on his current tour, since he won’t be performing anywhere around here, apparently. (What’s that, you say? Herman’s Hermits are coming to town?)
No problem, though. I’ll catch him on one of his tours down the road, even if that means waiting 10 or 15 years. You can’t always get what you want, but you can bet he’ll be rockin’ at 90.
