Read of the Day: “Mick Jagger at 70: The Time I Partied Next to The Rolling Stones”
6:00 pm, July 26th | by Colette McIntyre
In today’s “Read of the Day,” we celebrated Mick Jagger’s 70th birthday with Alex Moore’s Death and Taxes essay about the time he inadvertently partied next to The Rolling Stones. This party had everything: business people, thugs, some washed-up debutantes from the ’80s with a little glitter still clinging to their hair.
When the invasion came I happened to find myself at ground zero: The Four Seasons Beverly Wilshire—apparently the Stones’ go-to spot to stay when they’re in town. I was there for a wedding. A rehearsal dinner across the street spilled inevitably back to the hotel bar where, even though it would take everyone a while to figure out why, things just felt…off. Other-worldly somehow.
Part of the other-worldliness was the sheer diversity of the cast of characters. Some business people, some thugs, some washed-up debutantes from the ’80s with a little glitter still clinging to their hair. And some conspicuously too young for this crowd—I saw a couple girls who looked like they should have been busy studying in their dorms getting dropped off in a Porsche and clutching little overnight bags, the wide-eyed hopefuls of an epic slumber party.
I’m not staying anything untoward happened—I have no idea and wouldn’t care anyway. But it was pretty amazing to see the circus that a Stones concert can still generate in any given city in the world. The feeling that “the Stones were in town” was palpable. Some of the people hanging around the Four Seasons were no doubt friends, family and crew—but there was also a definite contingent of people who knew they were in town and that this would be the place to catch them.
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