Brian Viner of the London Daily Mail drew world attention when he trashed the Rolling Stones for being old. They are, and we should have fun with that. Viner did.
"The last time the Rolling Stones wowed a West Country crowd quite like they did at the Glastonbury Festival on Saturday night was when they played the Stonehenge opening ceremony in 2,300 BC," Viner wrote.
"That, at any rate, was the joke doing the rounds on Twitter late on Saturday, not that you could find anyone at Glastonbury making cracks about superannuated rock stars."
Matt Drudge, the Internet's city editor, gave Viner's review an online link with a provocative headline, "PAPER: 'NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD'," which certainly drew the ire and attention of thousands of people around the world who resemble that remark.
The pictures of Keith Richards and Mick Jagger on the Drudge Report were devastating and new. Oh dear, they are older than Hillary Clinton.
But moobs and paunches aside, the Rolling Stonehedge, to steal a line, still rock at the aggregate age of 276.
"Mick Jagger might be a knight of the realm who turns 70 this month, and Keith Richards might now sport something resembling an old man's paunch, but they, Charlie Watts and Ronnie Wood (at 66, the baby of the band, and also the new boy, having joined as recently as 1975), put on a show that the teenagers in the audience will tell their grandchildren about," Viner wrote.
I saw the Stones in Frankfurt in 1976 when they were pebbles. I will.
The Rolling Stones became the greatest rock 'n' roll band ever by surviving and prevailing. They have hung together through drug busts, prison, death, marriages, divorces and two members who detest one another.
In his autobiography, Richards ridiculed the size of Jagger's manhood, an insult worthy of a duel two centuries ago, but there they were on Saturday night on stage playing songs that stretched back a half-century to 170,000 fans.