If one ever imagined a band of such stealth and age phoning in a performance, look no further than these gentlemen guitars and their razoring leads.Īnother fantastic part of the evening was humor. Musically, however, it was the stinging, back-and-forth solos courtesy Wood and Richard that was the night’s high point. Instead, they seemed to take their time, more than ever, finding and exploiting the good groove on chestnuts such as the blues stomping extended jam on “Midnight Rambler” and the slipped discoid “Miss You,” elongated by Jones’ rubber banded bass flexings. The Rolling Stones | photo by Josh Pelta-Heller for WXPNįrom that aforementioned slower take on “Street Fighting Man,” the set’s opener, there was no pretending that this group were a bunch of kids, despite Jagger’s renewed energy. That harmony alone was worth $3,000 – not that I was paying).
(Not so messy though was that small stage’s version of the Stones’ country-billy “Dead Flowers,” complete with Jagger lowering his octave to a deep, bassy hoot and Richards’ first real harmony vocal of the night. This included everything from Jagger’s low guttural yowling away from the mic and a gospel hootenenay code to “You Can’t Always Get What You Want,” a more pensive than usual “Street Fighting Man” with Richards’ second line sounding like “Monkey Man,” and a cornball acoustic take on “Angie” from the intimate catwalk stage that was so marvelous messy, the foursome seemed to be laughing at it. Along with finding, then burrowing deep into each song’s rhythmic pocket (thank you, Charlie and bassist Daryl Jones), the Rolling Stones – in small, nuanced ways – managed to make even the most timeworn of its tracks freshly funky. With Jagger back to fighting fitness after his recent heart surgery (which cancelled an earlier “No Filter” Philly tour date in the first place), Keith Richards back to brown hair (he let it go white for a while), Ron Wood looking fitter than ever (sobriety suits him) and Charlie Watts grinning (!!!!), the evening was prime latter-day strong Stones – ragged, slower, noisier and mightily rocking. The Rolling Stones | photo by Josh Pelta-Heller for WXPNĬelebrating a relationship with Philadelphia audiences that dates back 54 years (“54 fucking years,” according to Mick Jagger) and a noted assemblage of torn down arenas, The Rolling Stones sold out the Lincoln Financial Center on Tuesday night to adoring longtime fans (at least the t-shirts were old) and people with lots of money to burn (2 front pit tickets were easily $3000).
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