David Remnick of The New Yorker looks at where the Queen of Soul has been and where she is now.
I’ve been accused of loving Keith more than I love Mick. That’s not true. It’s only that Mick scares me. There’s reassurance in talking to Keith. He stands for survival. There’s nothing you’ve done he’s not overdone—nothing you’ve suffered he’s not survived. Here is Methuselah, perhaps not infinitely wise but infinitely experienced. He can teach you how to remain dignified in a fallen age. But what can you learn from Mick? Mick is Elvis in a gold lamé jacket. Mick is Michael Jackson moonwalking across time. One in a million, a freak of nature. Can’t be copied, only enjoyed. The unknowability of Jagger, who is not understood because he does not want to be; who gives only what needs to be given; who has mastered the pro athlete’s trick of answering everything while saying nothing. Mystery is power. Distance is charisma. You want to peg him and walk away but can’t, so keep listening forever. It’s a paradox. Mick Jagger is overexposed and yet remains hidden. He’s among the most famous people in the world, but who is he really? Does anyone know? Does even he know? Here is the rock star in Platonic form.
I like his 70s stuff better and this is quite long, but if you're a fan of Van the Man like I am you might well find it really interesting.
Nicely done by Alison Krauss.
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"In this video, I wanted to explore how a song like Thunder Road has changed, not only in the way Springsteen performs it, but also how its meaning evolves with an older person singing . . ."
If you don't want to spend the 5.5 minutes listening, here's the gist: as The Boss gets older "Thunder Road" tends to get slower, less energetic, more overwrought.
But I guess that's a reasonable metaphor for aging.
Video, a bit longer than an hour. (If you watch, skip the first minute.)
Starts with a fine version of "The Weight" by The Band, continues with the Joe Cocker doing "Let's Get Stoned," and also includes Canned Heat, Joan Baez, and Crosby, Stills, & Nash, among others.
More excellence from Rachael Price and company.
Enjoy it if you want. I'd be willing to bet there won't be another one.