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...says. "People gravitate toward me." And it's true. In welfare waiting rooms, small children toddle over to him unprompted. On the subway, the same place where he used to jump the turnstile and beg for coins, he is now the chatty middle-aged man in a leather jacket, thriving on the laughter of strangers. At the hospital he visits every week to take his tuberculosis medicine, he shouts, "Hi, Mom!" to every old lady he sees. And no matter how stoic the women looked just a moment before, slumped in their wheelchairs, they positively light...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Outside The Gates | 1/21/2002 | See Source »

...come as a surprise from the man who used to proclaim his “Sympathy For The Devil” on a nightly basis. And, indeed, “God Gave Me Everything” finds rock’s senior Peter Pan slipping back into his leather jacket (check out his double-jointed pelvis in the video) and breaking out the power-chords, courtesy of the lightning-bolt guitar of the reassuringly retro-styled Kravitz. The lyrics are pure Stonesian Jagger, “God gave me everything I want/Can’t stop/I...

Author: By Andrew R. Iliff, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Can't Get Enough of Mick's Love | 1/11/2002 | See Source »

...slant. Beginning with “Visions of Paradise,” Jagger undertakes the previously unimaginable task of coming to terms with the fact that he is possibly the only man alive over the age of 50 who is still allowed to wear denim jeans and a leather jacket, bed supermodels and sing about it in front of thousands of people. That is to say, Peter Pan starts to grow up, and, horror of horrors, perhaps even mature. But don’t expect Jagger to do so quietly and tamely: on “Too Far Gone...

Author: By Andrew R. Iliff, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Can't Get Enough of Mick's Love | 1/11/2002 | See Source »

...latter include the somber and acerbic hymn of hate to the boredom French lefty intellectuals always attribute to respectable middle-class life, Sunday, 1888-1890. (Does the worthy proletariat ever suffer from ennui? Apparently not.) Nothing is happening. A young husband in a stiff jacket and striped pants is poking the fireplace in a desultory way. His wife stares out the window, her back to us. The folds and pleats of her costume, intensely formal, suggest a caryatid--but a caryatid with nothing at all to support and nothing whatever to do. An equally bored-looking cat, if cats...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: The Joy Of Color | 12/17/2001 | See Source »

...even put on a long pair of trousers to hear him. Wearing something other than jeans and a t-shirt does not imply that you are old and stuffy; it simply demonstrates a modicum of respect. If the former vice president has the time to throw on a jacket, the students who go to hear him should have time to make themselves presentable...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Dartboard | 12/7/2001 | See Source »

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