Mick Jagger Rises Again
It was a shock: seeing him recently on the cover of the…. not the Rolling Stone, but the WSJ (Wall Street Journal magazine.) He still has that arrogant/elegant/nasty vibe, but his face!
The skin is deeply wrinkled, not like the wrinkles most of us have, but thick, weather-beaten folds and ridges that start between his eyebrows and run all the way down his cheeks to his neck.
He colors his hair, wears a bright lavender suit, and appears to have on lipstick, but those elephantine wrinkles! It’s possible to have them softened surgically, so I assume he wants us to see them. This is me. Eighty fucking big ones. Deal with it.
The Rolling Stones are having a moment. In October, they released their first new album in 18 years, Hackney Diamonds, which received joyous reviews, including from Rolling Stone. And in a recent interview, Mick says they’re working now on another album.
Hearing that, and seeing Mick on the cover of the WSJ, takes me back to 1970. I was in my twenties, living in Manhattan, married to the night-time host of the primo rock station in New York, and I was obsessed with Mick Jagger. I loved his voice, his songs, his strutting, and his outrageous sexuality. So I did what I always did when I wanted to meet someone — wrote an article about him.
