I didn’t go the Stones show tonight (I did see their Farewell tour in LA in 97, way to stick with the plan gents) but sitting here watching TV a few blocks away it sounds like they’ve started some sort of military assault on the city. At first I thought maybe they’d just marshaled control of the weather and thrown down a little thunder, but said thunder went on for like, a minute, minute and a half. So that, plus the general lack of clouds, led me to the next most logical conclusion. The Stones are now fighting back the inevitable march of Father Time using heavy explosives and their Shock and Awe campaign against creeping death has managed to rattle my windows. Gentle into that good night is not for rockstars.
