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I saw the Stones in Chicago in May of 2013.
Someone here had posted that a tribute band (Tumbling Dice – I think), were playing at the Hard Rock. I and my pal sashayed over. A terrific party. I met fans from all over the U.S. and the world. In fact, one guy I danced with was from Chang Mai and knew my brother who’d lived there for many years. Lots drinks slid down and many great stones songs played.
The next day, sick enough to be prayed for, but thrilled because it was the night of the Stones show, I rallied. When we got to the stadium, what blew my mind were the amazing, intense sounds coming over the speakers. A total cross-fire hurricane -- roaring and raging over the din of the fans. But when I went outside for a smoke, I realized it wasn’t sound effects – we were in the middle of some kind of cataclysmic weather. Laughed my ass off!
When I came back in, our row had started to fill. How cool is it that almost all of the fans I partied with on Monday were in the same row? Finally, the stones arrive. Mick is amazing – a puppet master – we bolted up and started singing along. Then he starts thanking the fans, “You know, I realize a lot of you traveled a long way to get here – in fact someone all the way from Mexico.” I was blown away because a couple of weeks earlier, here on IORR, there was a post from a Mexican fan who was desperately trying to figure out how to get to the Chicago show. Maybe I’m a bit naive, but it made me feel that somehow, someway, they do care about their fans and are aware of what we do to see them.
It was a fantastic show. I've seen the Stones three times before, but this was the best. Maybe it was because I had come to appreciate them so much in later years. Whatever the reason, they were flawless.
The next day, getting ready to get home, I realized I’d lost my driver’s license. Most likely at the Hard Rock. Had no other ID. Got to the airport and had to go to one of those “little rooms.” The security guy called Homeland security. They asked me a lot of odd questions – like what make and model car I drove – things like that. But the last was the kicker….”How’d you like the Stones concert?” I said it was amazing. I was free to board the plane.
What a trip!

p.s. Three days later, some kind soul mailed me my driver’s license. Stones fans are the best.