Listen to that fast-charging, tight jangling guitar lick, that steady stomping beat, hard metallic ripples piercing your speakers. Now here comes Mick, still bringing it deep into his golden years.
I mean that as a compliment.
God may have given him everything, but Mick Jagger has given us so much.
“God gave me everything I want
Come on, I’ll give it all to you
God gave me everything I want
Now come on, I’ll give it all to you”
Badass. And us men we do so admire a badass. Women, too, I suspect. How could they not?
Immense talent that finds its voice — and then always delivers. That’s a rare gift. Let’s enjoy it — and honor him — while he still lives.
Let’s also imagine that God gives each of us everything we want. What might that be like?
“God gave me everything I want. I can’t stop, can’t stop, I’m still looking.”
President Trump issued a “space policy directive” to NASA to send men to the moon, then eventually to Mars.
I would love to go to Mars! (And safely return, of course.)
I would love to be fabulously wealthy.
Also fit, attractive, smart, revered.
In the closet areas of my brain are many other yet-experienced realities I would no doubt relish should God see fit to give me everything I want.
But he hasn’t.
And there’s that gnawing suspicion that God knows best.
We have more than ever before. We have more than 99.999% of the entirety of humanity and its antecedents and, based on data gathered by my eyes, ears and other senses, we are not healthier, not stronger, not happier, not better.
Sleep comes with effort.
Depression visits regularly.
Obesity, outrage and discontent are commonplace.
We take so many pills that apps now exist to remind us to take all our pills.
But Mick seems happy.
Is getting everything you want only right for some?
“I saw it in the midnight sun
And I felt it in the race I won
And I hear it in the windy storm
And I feel it in the icy dawn
And I smell it in the wine I taste
And I see it in my father’s face
And I hear it in a symphony
And I feel it in the love you show for me”
We have so much.
Maybe it’s too much, I can’t say.
We’re losing our past while the future becomes everything but certain.
That grates on identity and identity is reality.
Maybe gratitude will cure us?
If not, then do like the poor boys do and sing for a rock ‘n roll band.
Worked for Mick Jagger.