Sunday, June 30, 2013

Devotion And Praise At The Church Of The Batshit Crazy

This Sunday's devotion just left me in tears.
I know. I'm a weepy little old thing. Can't help it.

My, my, but the hymns were fine in Glastonbury yesterday when the Stones took the stage for the first time ever at that sacred event. And if the sermon had a theme, I guess it would be that rock and roll will never die.

The old boys just got off a grueling tour and jetted over to play the festival and for Christ's sake, Jagger is going to be fucking SEVENTY YEARS OLD in less than a month and it's not just a miracle of the highest order that he can still move like that with his tiny snake body, his big boots, it's unbelievable that he can remember all the damn lyrics.
All of them. Charlie Watts. God. Maybe. Maybe he is.
And of course Keith whom I love with a sickness. Onstage he is joy personified. He is there, truly and really and I feel fairly certain that there is no place he'd rather be than there, playing with his mates, making people happy.
And Lord, they made the people happy. I loved the crowd shots. Kids and parents and grandparents and Mick is lying like a dog when he says he can't get no girl reaction and everyone knew all the words.

Okay. Well. I realize I'm obsessed and so what? You can judge me if you want to or you can just laugh and either way, I don't care. I laugh at myself regularly. And no one can judge me the way I do myself.

Here's the whole damn one hour, six minutes and fifty-five seconds if you have any inclination and I feel pretty certain that no one does but whatever. My favorite part is, of course, the end where all the band gets together onstage to hold each other. They've been holding each other for fifty years.

And by the way- this only about half of the entire concert. To give us all a little perspective on things.

All right. I gotta go clean out the hen house. The poop is piling up.
It's Sunday and I've been sanctified and thus must now go perform my earthly chores.

Love...Ms. Moon


  1. Awesome post on all levels :) thanks for the smile...

  2. Those men are a force of nature. Amazing.

  3. I love your passion for their passion. I get why it makes you cry with wonder and joy. Now that's true religion.

  4. I love that you love them still with such abandon and then share it here.

  5. church of batshit crazy... HAhaaa

    who couldn't love the Stones? I'd be awfully suspicious of such folk who didn't...

  6. I love You! Your words allowed me to see so much.Thank you...

  7. Wait...what? Jagger is going on 70? WOW! It's the music that keeps him going, I'm sure of it. There are only 2 songs I liked by them. My parents were hooked on disco in the 70's. Bon Jovi had my heart in the 80's. Ha! A great time to remember someone from the past who is still so vital and strong in the present. Rock on Jagger! :D

  8. For me it's Tori Amos. So much so that I consider her a spiritual mother. She is crazy and rocks like a motherfucker and so, so wise.

  9. I don't want to hear that Mick is 70. Dylan is there too. Too much a reminder of getting old, really old. It will be a sad day when they go.

  10. Donna M- Hello and thanks for coming by!

    Lisa- Aren't they? They're also a testament to the power of music, I do believe.

    Angella- We all gotta serve somebody, as St. Bob Dylan said once.

    Elizabeth- You're so sweet to me. Even when I'm being crazy.

    Carolyn- I only truly fell in love with them after I read Keith Richard's autobiography. I mean, I always loved them but it didn't become a sickness until I read that book. And now the older they get (and I get) the more I adore them.

    mary i- That's nice. Thanks.

    Angie- Do you love their song "Angie?" I've never been a fan of Bon Jovi. At all. But you can be. It's okay with me.

    Ms. Vesuvius- We all have our tribal music. That is the way it should be.

    Syd- I'm pretty sure that Sir Mick will outlive all of us.


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