December 11, 1968. The Rolling Stones Rock and Roll Circus.
I’ve posted this a dozen times, and I’ll likely post it twelve dozen more.
As far as I’m concerned, these eight minutes are the apotheosis of live rock music. The bar.
I watch this performance monthly — at least — and it always reminds me how rejuvenating, sexy, and unexpectedly life-affirming this twisted little genre can be.
I’m very grateful for rock and roll.
The Who was the first concert I ever went to. Half of the Who, at least. The bassist passed a few days before the show.
