 Pacific
Bell Park, San Francisco, California
on Saturday, November 9th. 2002.Around 40.000 people attended the show at
Pacific Bell Park, with the warm up from Sheryl Crow.
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anywhere else.
Set list:
Brown Sugar - Start Me Up - Tumbling Dice - Don't Stop - Rocks Off - Wild Horses
- You Can't Always Get What You Want - Monkey Man - Midnight Rambler - Slipping Away - Before
They Make Me Run - Sympathy For The Devil - It's Only Rock'n'Roll - Let it
Bleed - You Got Me Rocking - Gimme Shelter - Honky Tonk Woman - Street
Fighting Man - Jumping Jack Flash - Satisfaction
 Fine
lesson in history,
little else
Marian Liu, Mercury News
Published: Monday, November 11, 2002
I t was a rock 'n' roll history lesson, but the last thing I wanted to
see was some 60-year-old shaking his butt.
The Rolling Stones, who are my dad's age, proved they are still virile after
40 years of performing. This was classic rock at its best. No angst, mosh pits
and drama, this was rock 'n' roll in the name of sex and fun.
``I don't care if they are too old,'' said Moises Lemus, a 40-year-old
construction worker from Oakland. ``They might as well come in wheelchairs, I
wouldn't care. This is just good old rock 'n' roll.''
The Stones are a show not to be missed. How many other music forefathers are
still performing? Elvis, Tupac and Jam Master Jay are gone. Michael Jackson is
wacked out.
For Richard Lavigna, 42, this was a chance for him to show his 10-year-old
daughter a piece of his past. The Oakland doctor first saw the Stones in 1978
for $10. ``I wanted her to experience the Stones at least once.''
Jenna Lavigna, who's also seen the Backstreet Boys, stood wide-eyed, watching
history revive itself.
For nearly two hours, Mick Jagger said little, just jumped and flung his arms
ferociously. He grabbed Sheryl Crow to prove he's still the same old sex god.
His voice faltered only during the encore, ``Satisfaction.''
Keith Richards showed signs that he was indeed ``Slippin' Away.'' His voice
was dry and soft, and he looked like heroin addiction has taken a toll.
So, did Jenna think the Stones were better than the Backstreet Boys? ``It was
way better,'' she said, ``because it was funner and louder.''
But were the Stones cuter? She scrunched up her face: ``No!''
With creases in their faces as deep as faults, the Stones looked like the
evil sorceress in ``Snow White.'' Plus, the cameras kept zooming in on the
leather-clad derriere of 60-year-old drummer Charlie Watts and projecting it on
the huge video screens. Gross.
But the fans, mostly my parents' age, rushed up and jumped on chairs to catch
a glimpse of the old splendor. After the first encore, the fans screamed for
more but had to be satisfied with fireworks.
I was hoping for more. Tickets were $50 to more than $300 -- what I paid for
a graduation cruise to Mexico.
Although the Stones rocked, I couldn't connect with the ambience. This was
not the music of my generation, and although I might catch another show if the
band comes to town again, I'm more likely to catch the band's descendants -- the
Hives, the Vines, Hoobastank or the White Stripes -- at a tenth the price.
Jennifer Conley, a 17-year-old from Orinda, said the Stones were better than
Blink-182. ``They get the crowd involved and make you feel like a part of the
crowd. They really put their heart into it.''
It made me wonder: Would Tupac be as potent at 59? Or would he have showed
the Stones a thing or two?
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