My rebuttal to anyone who says that The Rolling Stones stopped writing good songs, or whatever it is nonbelievers say about The Rolling Stones. I pay closer attention to the Stones’ saga than most. Throughout their adventures and despite their ups and downs, they haven’t lost the ability to pull together into something great. They’re the world’s greatest rock’n’roll band, remember? The fact that it sometimes seems like they’re doing it in their sleep, or worse, just for the money, doesn’t change that. And this is brilliant, and a great love song, and well on par with their other great love songs. If only it existed outside of the context of ‘gosh, you guys sure are old!’ it would be held up as such. I think it captures something very specific and very familiar; the sheer weariness that comes with heartbreak, that sick afterglow that’s like a long hangover that just won’t fade away. It’s a beautiful reminder of any number of dark nights.
