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Wednesday June 18 1975 THE MICHIGAN DAILY Pa ge Five

Stones: ickin' em out
By DAN BIDDLE stage's rear wall. The ground band, wearing a red silk Ed- that, Jagger seems to be im- ton leads the band for two num-
Special To The Daily shakes. wardian jacket and ruffles, but ploring, begging for approval. bers, and best of all, gets Mick
(CLEVELAND)-For a week Out runs Mick Jagger in a no shirt at all; Ollie Brown, In "Ain't Too Proud To Beg," out to do the bump with him.
the promoters had ballyhooed Lincoln-green jumpsuit with red Santana's percussion master, he sings, "If I have to sleep on Using "It's Only Rock and
the Cleveland Stadium concert piping, and a skimpy little draped in a Jamaican flag; and, your doorstep all night I'll stay, Roll" like a subtle hint, Mick
athe bigesan Roing Soners wrap-around red shirt. The little last but not least, bubbling up just to keep you ALL from growls and chirps and thunders
as the biggest a Rolling Stones imp, the painted punk rolls his from the keyboards, Billy Pres- walking away," and reaches out "Midnight Rambler" and if that
audience would see this year. It green-trimmed eyes, kicks up ton. for the crowd on "you all." isn't enough, the Rolling Stones
ed, "the largest controlled mu- his heels and runs out to the Ollie Brown whacks the wood As the sun sets, the show finish with "Rip This Joint,"
sic, te et e rfarthest corners of the stage, as blocks and the band rips into shakes on flourish and flash. "Brown Sugar," and "Jumpin'
sical event ever." if he will jump off and (I hope) "Honky Tonk Women." Preston, Richard, Jager and Jack Flash."
An event indeed. land in my lap. But instead he The Stones do 22 songs plus Wood-who can't stop smiling By then, the whole stadium is
Saturday, June 15, 7:12 p.m.: bows at the edge like a baller- two Billy Preston numbers. In over being a Rolling Stone sum- heaving and panting and can't
clouds cover the sun and relieve ina, dropping to his knees and the early going, the sound is mer intern - harmonize "You stand still. Rock and roll, al-
the desert of baked flesh in Cle- stretching out his hands in hom- just slightly ragged, lacking in Gotta Move," just like old drink- beit without the old revolution-
veland Stadium from the deadly age to the crowd, invention, though unlimited in ing buddies. ary flair, is about to tear Ohio
rays. Most of the 82,000 people We eat it up. The ground con- rhythm. Jagger almost talks For comic relief, Billy Pres- apart.
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nave been pacKea m here ike
fishsticks s i n c e they swam
through the gates at 10 a.m.
They have survived hunger,
thirst, $10.50 a ticket, one awful
local band, some improvement
in Tower of Power, foreplay by
J. Geils Band, and an eternity
of set changes. Waiting has be-
come a way of life.
At 7:12 p.m., Keith Richard
steps out from behind the

tinues to shake.
Keith Richard looks as ghost-
ly as ever, with his silvery shirt
and sunken eyes. The whole man
is nothing but a boney guitar
stand.
Bill Wyman and Charlie Watts
are nothing new, except that
Charlie has a crewcut. Then
there are the "guest" Stones:
Ron Wood, the rhythym guitar-
ist borrowed from Rod Stewart's

his way through some of it.
They sound a little like they're
still testing out the new songs
and musicians. But more than
Photography
by
Steve Kagan