Music
January, 1978
The dark unspoken wish is that The Rolling Stones are at last over the hill, after all those years of being so much hipper, heavier, richer than we mere mortals who have been their fans and hungered to be them instead. We've secretly hoped that they, too, finally have proved mere mortal flesh--like their only peers, the Beatles, who in separation have become international comedians who amuse instead of awe us, the way Elvis did before he so rudely interrupted our laughter. And so, like Shakespea...
