 The Point, Dublin
on Tuesday, September 9th. 2003. Around 9000 people saw this great
show in Dublin.
Set list:
Street Fighting Man - Start Me Up - If You Can't Rock Me - Don't Stop - Wild
Horses - You Can't Always Get What You Want - It's Only Rock'n'Roll - Everybody
Needs Somebody To Love - Tumbling Dice -Slipping Away - Happy - Sympathy For The
Devil - Can't You Hear Me Knocking - You Got Me Rocking - Paint It Black - Honky
Tonk Woman - Brown Sugar - Satifaction - Jumping Jack Flash.
 Review
Stones are rock of ages:
The gnarled ones play Dublin to rapturous fans' delight
Mick Jagger sings Wild Horses with Andrea Corr last night at The Point in
Dublin
THEY are a most unlikely looking bunch of Spring Chickens.
Notwithstanding a combined age of more than 240 years, The Rolling Stones are
still deliciously, disgracefully, undoubtedly young.
Last night at Dublin's Point Theatre, Mick, Keith, Charlie and Ron rocked and
rejuvenated 8,000 adoring fans.
The Wild Ones may now be The Gnarled Ones, but the Stones are still the
business. The first of two Dublin dates - the second is tomorrow night - went
down a storm.
It wasn't just nostalgia. This wasn't one last staggering swagger down memory
lane for the faithful.
Jagger and the boys also turned a cracking night's entertainment. They took
out their best songs and gave them a rollicking good work out. The crowd loved
it.
We were all 19 forever, as these children of the sixties, seventies, eighties,
nineties and now, noughties, showed that age is no bar to brilliance. Gilded
youth, though, is a forgotten country.
There wasn't a pick between the four of them. A Rolling Stone is skinnier
than Kate Moss.
Charlie Watts looked grey, dignified and utterly cool on the drums.
Keith Richards looked like Gypsy Rose Lee on a bad day with his beads and
flowing shirt. Ron Wood looked like someone had nailed his feet to the stage -
wide apart and at opposite angles.
Mick Jagger - his legs seemed to have a mind of their own - was a cross
between Michael Crawford and a demented ballet teacher.
And the four of them, smoking cigarettes on stage, throwing shapes, were
wonderful. They don't make 'em like that anymore. Keith Richards led the crowd
in a version of It's a Long Way to Tipperary, and everyone sang along without a
hint of irony.
Backstage before the show, David Giddings, the biggest music agent in
Britain, who numbers Bowie and the Stones among his stellar list of clients,
waited as the tour crew made all their last minute preparations.
"People always ask me the same question: 'When are the Rolling Stones
going to retire.'
"And I tell them: 'Never, they'll die on stage.'" They sure didn't
last night. Showmen supreme, truly.
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