Well, they tried, and they tried, and they tried…

Although the stadium’s uphill and about half a mile away, Mick welcomed us to the concert with a driving “Start it up”. The music, words, slightly deformed by the Doppler effect bounced off the huge apartment building behind our place, right onto our balcony, and into the living room.

We ate raspberries and ice cream, read running magazines and surfed the web as the Stones entertained 42,600 fans between ages 7 and 77. We heard every note, every riff, every screamed lyric, every song introduction. I got it all (except for the parts in German). Madame President of the Confederation was there, along with several heads of large Swiss companies. They all rocked and rolled, extolling the virtues of the 60’s and 70’s.

All to say, with no free tickets, and no real desire to go, at the end of the evening, I was very satisfied.

5 Responses to “Well, they tried, and they tried, and they tried…”

  1. Mike the Eyeguy Says:

    “Virtues of the 60’s and 70’s.”

    Heh. Good one, Brady.

    I’m glad somebody got some (satisfaction), ’cause I sure cain’t get none. And I tried. And I tried. I really did.

  2. thurman8er Says:

    Sounds like a blast.

    Did you get off of their cloud? Did you see any honky tonk women? Paint anything black? Have your 19th nervous breakdown?

    No matter. It’s only rock and roll.

    (But I like it.)

  3. cwinwc Says:

    Sounds like you were no one’s “beast of burden” during the concert. Does Mick still wear knee pads or has he had to have hip replacement surgery?

  4. Stoogelover Says:

    Cool. I would rather listen to Mick than look at him anyway.

  5. randy Says:

    Agreed. Especially when Mick prances around in clothes from the petite department.

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