Darling, Your Flab is Showing

Apparently the Rolling Stones are now upset that the Super Bowl half-time show censored their lyrics in those seconds of delay before airtime. They called it ridiculous and unnecessary. I completely agree. I was raised on unintelligible rock music, (the first few albums of REM! Helloooo!), and I still couldn’t decipher the geriatric mumblings of Mick Jaggar. I hate to jump on the “aren’t they old farts” bandwagon but the truth is, they ask for it. Have you noticed other elderly rock stars of that era being ridiculed as much? Paul McCartney, Tina Turner? The Stones don’t seem to have any self-awareness of their own rock ‘n’ roll shtick. In addition, they’ve barely evolved over the decades (unlike comparative new-kid-on-the-block oldies U2). I’m bored with Keith’s bored theatrics and Ron’s half-hearted guitar struts. Jagger’s tired spastic moves now come complete with old-lady-under-arm-flapping-sag-skin. Is that grandpa doing a retro-tribute act or is that The Rolling Stones? If that’s the real deal, it smells very, very stale. Grandma Marianne Faithful, please send us a box of moth-balls?