From: "Casey, Leo J" <CaseyL@VOLPE.DOT.GOV>
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Date: Mon, 9 Sep 2002 08:47:25 -0400
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"Stones Rrip Up the Joint at Orpheum Show"
By Joan Anderman, Globe Staff, 9/9/2002
It's one thing to strut your stuff in a stadium show - blown up to
superhuman
size on an eight-panel video screen, lit by flames and fireworks, and
buoyed
by the force field that forms when 53,000 delirious fans commune in your
honor.
To bring off a rock concert on the humble planks of the 2,800-seat Orpheum
Theater
is another thing entirely. Let there be no confusion: deep creases etched
into the faces
of aging rock stars come into bold relief under the plebeian white lights.
Creaky
knees and creaky songs alike are impossible to disguise.
In the small music hall there is no such thing as phoning it in.
So for the Rolling Stones, forty years into their career, intimacy
is a double-edged sword. The hottest ticket in town was also an unforgiving
test for the titans of classic rock.
There was only one true measure of the Stones' boutique set last night - a
standard as fundamental to rock 'n' roll as any searing guitar solo. Were
they
or were they not having a hell of a good time?
They were, and the Stones' - particularly Mick Jagger's - irrepressible
energy
is what pushed this show across the line that separates a lucrative
exercise in
nostalgia and an affecting trip through the classic rock songbook. An
enduring
catalogue doesn't hurt, either. Keith Richard's sneering guitar licks on
''Jumpin'
Jack Flash'' - the walloping first number - have been encoded in the DNA of
a
certain generation of rock fans. And while the swagger and defiance that
define
the Rolling Stones (collective age: 232) may be bound and tied to the idea
of youth,
this band has something to sell besides memories.
Jagger pouted, twitched, shimmied, and testified during a set that saved
the run of
crowdpleasers for a finale that included ''Honky Tonk Women,'' '
'Start Me Up,'' ''Brown Sugar,'' and ''Tumblin' Dice.'' As promised, the
bulk of the show dug deep into the past, unearthing some of the most
obscure,
rarely-performed songs in the Stones' repertoire and a handful of heartfelt
blues covers.
Mick and Keith were mirror images of a bad attitude on ''Parachute Woman,''
from
1968's ''Beggar's Banquet.'' Another rarity, ''Hand of Fate'' from ''Black
and Blue,'' and '
'All Down the Line'' a no-nonsense blues-rocker from ''Exile on Main
Street'' were greeted
with astonished jubilation from the crowd - which included Sen. John Kerry,
actor
Bill Murray, rocker Peter Wolf, and Aerosmith guitarist Joe Perry.
Even a band as timeless as the Stones isn't immune to the occasion fashion
faux pas,
as the prancing disco track ''Dance Part I'' from 1980's ''Emotional
Rescue'' demonstrated.
That thumping number's foil was ''Heart of Stone,'' an ominous blues that
drew Jagger's
most inspired, madly inflected vocal of the night and an amazed gasp from a
devotee in the
next seat, who flew from LA to Boston for his 91st Stones concert last
night.
It's not that the lads haven't aged. They have. Jagger is hardly the
menacing livewire he
once was. Charlie Watts resembles noone so much as Father Time. And
Richards has
always seemed to materialize via seance rather than limo. The point is not
so much that
they're still here, but that they're still in command of the music.
''This used to be our opening number. I'm not even going to tell you when.
But I wasn't born yet,'' cracked Jagger in introduction to ''Everybody Need
Somebody,''
a soul standard the band played often in the early '60s. The refrain of ''I
need you, you, you''
was hardly less relevant today, and perhaps more, as Jagger and company
step into their
fifth decade of rock `n' roll - defying time with passion.
Chicago blues king Buddy Guy joined the Stones for the old blues ''Rock Me
Baby,''
and played an opening set filled with incendiary guitar work and tortured
vocals.
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