it's only rock and roll
While I was busy going crazy from lack of sleep over the weekend, I missed the opportunity to celebrate Mick Jagger's 60th birthday.
So how is that the icons of my youth are all almost as old as my father (62)? Funny, they never seemed the same age as dad back when I was buying their records and going to their concerts. They were supposed to be ageless and immortal. Rock stars don't become grandfathers. Rock stars don't end up in rocking chairs out on the veranda of some nursing home, talking back to people only they can see.
Well, of course none of that is true. You find out at some point in your youth that rock stars are human and they overdose on drugs or crash their cars into walls or expose themselves to young girls.
When you're young, you tend to see those musicians as they are on their posters and album covers. They are pretty and healthy and perfect. You eventually regret the day when you finally get up close to one of your idols and see that they have scars and zits and they scowl and curse at the roadies.
That's just the way the mind of a teenager works. Now, at almost 41, I look back on how simple my thinking was as a teen. How naive I was. Taken in by all the advertising and fan club newsletters and make up artists, I really believed on some level that rock stars were beyond human. There was something magical and mystical about them that afforded them the ability to look like they had been drinking from the fountain of youth.
I don't remember thinking that Mick Jagger was so close in age to my dad. Maybe I knew, but I pushed the thought away because that would make him old. Hey, when you're thirteen, anything over 25 is old.
And now I know better, I think. Sixty isn't old. Well, maybe it's too old to still have young girls, young enough to be your grandaughter, throwing their undies at you. But I still can't reconcile the fact that my dad and Mick Jagger are almost the same age.
I know now that rock stars aren't ageless and that they really don't want to be your hero. Nor should they be. You should appreciate them for their talents and buy their records and go to their shows, but you should remember that they are human. They get old, they retire, they turn grey and become grandparents. And yes, some of them end up in that rocking chair talking to themselves. Just like us.
So it shouldn't have taken me by surprise that Jagger is sixty. Yet, it did. Maybe I just don't want to believe it because then I have to tie that in to the fact that I am 40 and all of my youthful crushes and idols are old enough to be my parents.