quite sure this one is from the greensboro july 31, referring to an article relating the show, but the one ( thank you Christian M ... and Christian F), who send me the text of the article don't make any reference to a newspaper , but in the beginning of the article you can read what outfits Jaggerhave for this show: DRESSED IN ROLLED UP JEANS STIPPED SOCKS, RED SHOES you can also see it on the VOJA pics from the A Leibowitz book
JAGGER Rolls On Stage
Mick Jagger Literally rolled onto his six-pointed star stage in the coliseum at 9:55p.m Thursday in the deafening cheers of 17,000 rock fans, some 3500 of whom were standing crushed together on the floor of the arena for The Rolling Stones concert.
Dressed in rolled up jeans striped socks, red shoes, pink jacket and purple cape, the flamboyant member of the Stones had his cheering, hand waving fans right where he wanted them with all eyes on him as he went right into "Honky tonk Women"....
How the Town went bananas over Mick Jagger
The attendance at the Coliseum performance Thursday was enthusiastic, devoted, and deferential toward Mick Jagger, the sine qua non of the group.
Mick is working hard on this tour. He and the musicians with him on the stage-six-pointed-star don't take the trace of a break during their 3 hours show, and hardly pause between numbers. The air is without music only long enough to let the lights go down and then come up again.
Mick Jagger is a professional to the bone, a showman with utter control of himself and, within seconds, of his audience. His delightfully uncertain sexuality, the suggestive silk Balloon that rises from an opening in the center of the star, Jagger's burlesque with Keith Richard, ron Wood and the magnificent Billy Preston, these are part of the act, the act itself, even and not Mick Jagger living out his fantasies in public. His repertoire of antics and props are simply Perry Como's barstool or Dean Martin's cigarette taken to their logical conclusion.
The Greensboro performance of the Rolling Stones did not bring out the worst this town could offer. There were no notable incidents of violence, no more than the usual number of bum voyages, no frantic running-amok on the floor area or attacks on the performers.
The Town was on its best behavior, oddly enough for this purposefully unbehaved man. The carefree boogie and movement around the coliseum that characterizes others concerts was here replaced by a disciplined trance. Mick Jagger was right there and it was too precious a series of moments to miss. Mick Jagger was there to perform, and the spontaneity of his prancing about couldn't hide the fact that the choregraphy, the show was everything an eminence behind even Jagger. He played at throwing his clothes to the breathless fans, but never did.
Yet Jagger is an explosive force under the lights, incessantly moving and magnetic, one moment with a limp wrist and the other hand on his hip, simpering. The next moment, guiding a confetti-spitting dragon around the periphery of the star, littering the fans. The next moment soaring high above the heads on a rope. The next moment curling up, during a song, to sleep under a towel. But always caught in the act: The smile, the kiss blown, the seductive wave, the encouraging clapping, is all intense, deliberate. His bow, done on one and then both knees when the show is over, is a grateful one, but unmoved. Mick Jagger is tantalizingly distant.
"How many of you from Greensboro?" he asks in a rare pause between numbers, pronouncing it "Greensbruh". Half the audience says "Yeah". Then he gropes into a mental recess for another proximate city. "How many from Raleigh?", pronouncing it flaty, as in "rally". And the other half says, "Yeah". Was there disappointment that he didn't go through the whole list of Carolina metropoles? It's a wonder he remembered where he was.