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...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’ll give...
...you’re too hip to pay for music these days), and curled up in the shade of your wilting Christmas tree to have a good listen, you might discover an album with an entirely different 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...
...Jagger has assembled an enviable guest-list on the album, even if the combinations do seem a little forced at times. As well as Kravitz, Pete Townshend, Wyclef Jean and Matchbox Twenty’s Rob Thomas make appearances, while Bono contributes all of about two lines to the euphoric “Joy,” an act of ego-compression worthy of applause in itself. Despite the collaborators, however, Jagger’s inimitable persona is emblazoned across the album, in every aspect, but most particularly his literally peerless voice. Though “Joy” definitely...
...syllable into an entire phrase. Then again, “Everybody Getting High” would probably be unbearable in anyone else’s hands, with its lyrically deficient chorus (“Everybody getting high-high-high-high/Uh-high-high-high”) and free association verse. Yet Jagger infuses lines like, “My dress designers/They want to doll me up in blue (Pretty!)/Next fall collection/They’re going to show it in a zoo” with a certain kind of conviction, or at least attitude, that the song comes close to convincing...
...course Jagger has rather more than his fair share of looped beats and sampled noises (does anyone make an album without samples these days? Besides P. Diddy I mean) to prove that he’s not just an aging rocker, but is presumably in touch with his young, rebellious and computer-literate side as well. “Why Don’t You Just Get A Gun” sounds briefly like Jagger dabbling with Madonna-styled nu-dance schlock, until he breaks out the attitude for the snarling chorus. But the real shockers are the songs that...