Mick Jagger<\/p>\n
Thebarton Oval<\/p>\n
With the Stones on the brink of their silver jubilee it would be hardly surprising if some of the faithful at the Mick Jagger concert at Thebarton Ovalwere grandparents. It was rock of ages for all ages as Jagger and the showband served up a concert -of vintage, even antique, Stones, and late Mick from his recent-ish Primitive Cool<\/em> album.<\/p>\n Heralded by a thunderous bassdrum roll, ‘the band came on stage looking like bikies, bandits, Las Vegas musos and ads from Country Life. It’s like the Village_People- there’s one of everything. Even one of the Stones. Mick hits it with \u201cHonky Tonk Woman\u201d and, fifteen years on, he looks slim and expensive in his lemon silk jacket and Isadora scarf. As the band play tight and loud Jagger works the huge stage which extends right around into the crowd so he can get closer to the congregation. His routine hardly needs description – Jagger owns the patent.<\/p>\n He is as good as ever but you keep wondering whether the guitarist in the dark glasses might not be a rejuvenated Keith Richards. No, not that rejuvenated.<\/p>\n Jagger moves to the new stuff \u2013 \u201cThrowaway\u201d- a pretty good description really. The crowd don’t know that one and pause a bit. Then \u201cOne More Night\u201d and, even better, \u201cRuby Tuesday\u201d, hit them between the buttons. The Stones’ \u201cHarlem Shuffle\u201d and \u201cLucky in Love\u201d from \u201cShe’s the Boss\u201d, get the band into gear with lead guitarist, Joe Fatriani enticing a funky, grainy sound relentlessly counterpointed by Suzie Davis and Phil Ashley on keyboards, Doug Whimbish’s fat bass and Simon Phillips’ indefatigable power drumming. Charlie Watts would collapse a lung if he played like that.<\/p>\n In the title song, Primitive Cool, Jagger gets a little serious for a moment – “What did you do in the Fifties, Daddy?” It doesn’t suit him – great riffs from the band but the lyrics remind you of \u201cAbraham, Martin and John\u201d. A medium big chill runs through the crowd with \u201cYou Can’t Always get What You Want\u201d. The band is hot, so is Jagger. But it is like community singing, the crowd swaying to the sanitized gospel of pragmatic hedonism.<\/p>\n “We’re gonna play some blues fo’ ya,” Mick bellows in his South London\/ Alabama dialect and then proceeds to grind through \u201cLittle Red Rooster\u201d. When he played the harp as well I was ready to donate money. \u201cOne Hit to the Body\u201d followed, then the Hendrix classic \u201cFoxy Lady\u201d. Jagger sang it well in tribute.<\/p>\n The recent \u201cParty Doll\u201d featured Mick on acoustic guitar but was without the aid of the Chieftains’ pipes. Someone pressed the bagpipe button on the Fairlight instead. With an excursion into Aussie balladry, \u201cThe Wild Colonial Boy\u201d, Jagger conjured up his execrable Ned Kelly. But it was a nice touch and it showed he didn’t think he was in Kansas City.<\/p>\n After departures, costume changes (more silk, a touch of leather and some Nuigini hand-prints) Mick and the band reconvened for some slick versions of \u201cGet Off My Cloud\u201d, \u201cBitch\u201d, a spacey rendition of \u201cGimme Shelter\u201d (the best of the night), \u201cBrown Sugar\u201d and \u201cStart Me Up\u201d. From there it was only \u201cRock and Roll (And I like it)\u201d and Aerobic \u201cJack Flash\u201d. This is classy Eighties pop and Jagger put his back into it. Then he sang \u201cSatisfaction\u201d like an artefact. Again, it was faultless in execution but it lacked … well, passion. It was as though we were communing at some rite of perpetual youth and Mick Jagger has not so much been reborn as Reeboksed. I still kept looking out for Keith and Charlie.<\/p>\n \u201cMedium Cool\u201d The Adelaide Review<\/em>, November, 1988. p.26.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Mick Jagger Thebarton Oval With the Stones on the brink of their silver jubilee it would be hardly surprising if some of the faithful at the Mick Jagger concert at Thebarton Ovalwere grandparents. It was rock of ages for all ages as Jagger and the showband served up a concert -of vintage, even antique, Stones, and late Mick from his recent-ish Primitive Cool album. Heralded by a thunderous bassdrum roll, ‘the band came on stage looking like bikies, bandits, Las […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,15],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3203","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-archive","category-music"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/murraybramwell.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3203","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/murraybramwell.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/murraybramwell.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/murraybramwell.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/murraybramwell.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3203"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/murraybramwell.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3203\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3207,"href":"https:\/\/murraybramwell.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3203\/revisions\/3207"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/murraybramwell.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3203"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/murraybramwell.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3203"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/murraybramwell.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3203"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}