‘Old soldiers…’ they used to say, ‘never die. They simply fade away.’ What a shame that the same can’t be said of old rock stars. The old codgers can’t be cajoled, shamed or otherwise persuaded to kindly leave the stages they have profitably adorned for half a century or more.
My lifelong rock hero, Jim Morrison of the Doors, had the good taste to die at 27
This unworthy thought came to me the other day as I watched 75-year-old Bruce Springsteen creakily strutting his stuff at a campaign rally for cackling Kamala. I have been a fan of the Boss since the 1970s when the perceptive critic Jon Landau dubbed him ‘the future of rock and roll’. But now that he has become the past of rock and roll, Brucie and his fellow rocker OAPs should hang up their guitars and sweaty jeans and prepare to the great recording studio in the sky.
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