I want to wish Mick Jagger a very happy 81st birthday 🎂 🥳
The following video is from the show I couldn’t get tickets for on July 5th of this year. There are several videos from that show on YouTube, and I would like to thank everyone who put them on YouTube for allowing me to share in the joy from afar. It made my 59th birthday so much sweeter 💕
Describe your most memorable vacation.
In 2005, I was living in Los Angeles, and the Rolling Stones were doing their Bigger Bang tour ,to which I had tickets. It was common knowledge that they would be staying at the Four Seasons hotel in Beverly Hills. I decided that I would spend 3 nights at the same hotel in hopes of catching a glimpse of the band, and I was not disappointed. The hotel itself is gorgeous, and the staff was top-notch. At the time, they offered a spa package that included 2 spa treatments with a 3 night stay, and I took advantage of the manicure/pedicure and the in room massage the 2 days prior to the concert. I had just had my 40th birthday and was intent on treating myself to some, much needed pampering. Room service for breakfast and lunch and dinner in the hotel’s restaurant, which had the best food! It was in the restaurant for lunch that I got to spend a half hour discretely watching Keith Richards while he ate. That evening, I took the book I was reading, James Ellroy’s American Tabloid, to the lounge and settled in, looking up any time someone walked in. It was there that Ronnie Wood walked through with his wife in tow. But it was on the day I checked out,the morning after the concert, at the Staples Center, that it finally happened. I actually caught a look at Mick Jagger in the elevator! Unfortunately, he had tight security, and I wasn’t going to get on the elevator with him, but the doors opened on my floor, and there he was! I checked out of the hotel, hopped into my little red Miata, and drove past the tour bus on my way out as the CD was blaring out the song, Sympathy for the Devil.
All in all, it was a very satisfying experience and worth every penny spent.
Today marks the 157th birthday of the country in which I was born, Canada! We are a young country with an even younger flag. Canada’s flag is only 59 years old today.I will be 59 years old later this month. My husband will be 58 years old in a week. My mother will be 82 years old in just over 3 weeks. And finally, Mick Jagger will be 81 on July 26th, and on that day ,I will have my yearly sip of champagne to toast that fact.
Happy birthmonth to all of the Cancers out there, and remember, when someone asks you what your sign is, you say, “I’m a cancer, I grow on you “
Oh,I just remembered. Happy birthday to all of the early Leos too. I don’t have a pithy remark for you but I’m sure you don’t mind 😸
I can only speak for myself, but I am willing to bet that there are quite a few women out there who would agree with my answers here. Although it’s nice to look at a great body, the abs and pecs fade with age. What really holds my interest are qualities that go a little deeper.
Intelligence is sexy.
As a fairly smart woman, I need a man who can carry on an intelligent and interesting conversation. I have a very eclectic list of interests (from music and the arts to science and politics) and the man who captures my attention is well versed in all, or at least most of them. It’s a bonus if he’s passionate about what he does. Passion is infectious. I love listening to a man talk about his job with excitement. After all the biggest erogenous zone is between the ears.
This is the famous astrophysicist Neil deGrasse Tyson. He is my ultimate example of sexy intellect.
Charisma is sexy.
Charisma is borne from confidence and there’s nothing sexier than a confident man. A knowing smile, the ability to hold center stage, to seduce the whole room with the raise of an eyebrow, yes charisma is as rare as it is sexy. Not to be confused with arrogance, true charisma/confidence comes from just being yourself, unabashedly, without shame or fear of the opinions of others.
This is Mick Jagger, not the world’s best singer but, for me, the epitome of Charisma.
Wit is sexy.
Wit is another rare commodity. A man who can make me laugh has got a shot with me no matter what he looks like. I respect humour as a means of communication and seduction. Wit cannot exist without intellect and a keen sense of perception. Only an observant man is a witty man and there’s nothing sexier than a man who pays attention to who you are.
This is the author, Tom Robbins, famous for books like Still Life With Woodpecker and Even Cowgirls Get the Blues. I have yet to read another male author who understands women more fully, or loves them more transparently than this man. Oh, and he can make me laugh so hard that I wet my pants with one simple sentence.
Style is sexy.
A man who dresses for himself and not in the traditional male uniform is very sexy to me. It shows a lack of conformity that I relate to as a rebellious spirit. Some may call it peacocking, but when done to please yourself and not in order to attract female attention, it’s sexy as all get out.
This is David Bowie, a true icon of style, then, now and forever.
The Renaissance Man.
Or the man who I define as the embodiment of all of these qualities simultaneously, is indeed difficult to find. But, as a woman who possesses those qualities, I will settle for nothing less. The common thread that links all of these men is that none of them are afraid to be who they are… no apologies. I’m not saying you have to be a genius like Neil deGrasse Tyson, or have the charisma of Mick Jagger, the wit of Tom Robbins or the style of David Bowie, there is only one man I can think of that is the personification of all of that, just be you and don’t try to impress me.
In case you were curious who I was referring to when I said there was only one man I could think of that personifies the intellect of Neil deGrasse Tyson, the charisma of Mick Jagger, the wit of Tom Robbins and the style of David Bowie, this is my ideal Renaissance man.
I’ve been griping a lot, and I did say I’d blog about some things that inspire me. On that note…
I Can’t Get No Satisfaction was the number on song on the day I was born. I guess I was destined to be a fan of the Rolling Stones.
I remember one New Year’s Eve in my teens. I was alone at home, feeling very lonely and unwanted. I laid on my bed, drinking a mickey of Lemon Gin and listening to the 45 of Paint It Black on repeat for hours. It helped me to think that I wasn’t alone in my darkness. To this day, if I’m feeling depressed, Paint it Black will help me through my feelings.
The first time I fell in love, the Stones were there too. Wild Horses was the soundtrack to the exact moment that I realized I was, indeed, in love. I was kissing my boyfriend. We both pulled apart, noticed the tears in each other’s eyes and said, I love you.
The first time I drove a convertible with the top down Mick and the boys were there. Route 66 blared from the speakers of my 1971 Cadillac. I felt freedom and joy.
Beast Of Burden was playing the first time I had sex. Ever since, I get randy as all get out when I hear it.
The Stones have been there for all of my most important firsts and many of the moments in between. I was lucky enough to have seen them live once in my life and hope to do so at least once more. I look forward to sharing the rest of my days with the most poignant, fun loving, controversial, sexy, dark, life affirming and satisfying bands in the history of rock and roll.
Thank you, Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, Brain Jones, Ron Wood, Bill Wyman, Mick Taylor and Charlie Watts for the Satisfaction.
