WDET played a chunk o’ Rolling Stones today. I didn’t catch the news peg, but I suppose it was this: the Stones are coming to the D this summer. Lord, another Stones tour. Sometimes I feel like the old sheep in “Charlotte’s Web,” contemplating spring with yet another lamb wobbling along behind. Stones tours are like spring lambs, only not as tasty. Or as cute, for that matter.
I saw the Stones in 1975, at the Akron Rubber Bowl. I guess it was the “It’s Only Rock ‘n’ Roll” tour, because Jagger sang “Fingerprint File.” I had to go to the first aid tent to get a drink of water, because the water pressure in the stadium was so low the drinking fountains weren’t working. I don’t recall what the ticket cost, but I’m sure it wasn’t cheap. Spend a fortune, sit among tens of thousands in profound discomfort, pee in a non-flushing toilet, beg for water from medics — it’s only rock ‘n’ roll. And I don’t like that, not anymore.
But I did like the selections on the radio today, including “Not Fade Away.” All my life I’ve been waiting to live in a city with a decent adult-alternative radio station. It makes up for not having the strength for stadium rock shows anymore.
That wasn’t the highlight of the day. Going for a bike ride was, although I may have overreached — I’ve been hacking for the last hour and it appears I’ll spend yet another night banished from my marital bed. Whenever I’m gone this long I wonder if I’ll ever be invited back, or if I’ll want to return. Sleeping alone is both lonely and wonderful — the way you can lie diagonally across the mattress and hog all the pillows, mmm that’s livin’. It’s like parking across two spaces at the mall, only you don’t get keyed in retaliation.
The Duke and Duchess of Windsor slept apart, you know. Of course, he was a Nazi fruitcake, and she was, well, what she was. Can’t blame either of ’em.
No bloggage today, but what about that “American Idol,” eh? I’ve been waiting so long for Carrie to put a foot wrong I thought it would never happen, but she absolutely fell apart on her second song tonight, whereas Bo! Who knew he had an inner O’Jay? Still, I think it’s Anthony’s turn to take a hike. Mr Bland-o. He should sing a song in Russian. I’m sure they’d buy his record over there.