I must say I’m a little tired of having to defend how great Mick Jagger’s solo work has been. No, not all of it has been great, but some of it definitely has. Just because Keith Richards said Goddess in the Doorway was ‘dogshit’ are you going to believe him? Keith acts like a jealous wife every time Jagger even looks at another guitarist. He’s not exactly an objective critic. And nor am I. To me, Mick Jagger is one of those people who can do now wrong. I’m thinking of starting a polytheistic cult based on worshiping rock stars. I haven’t quite figured out the details yet, but the three noble truths are Art, Music and Fashion, and other three noble truths are Food, Sex and Alcohol. I need to come up with three more things so it comes out to nine noble truths. And ‘noble truth’ is just a placeholder until I think of a more original terminology. And Mick Jagger will be in there, somewhere. What I’m saying is, my attempts to take a serious critical tone aside, my writing comes from a place of obsession and is anything but objective. Which is fine, because objectivity towards music is impossible anyway.