Bobby Rabbit from Los Angeles, California
STILL GOT IT
Down to 3 members, the Stones showed they are still one of the greatest performing rock bands ever. Keith and Ronnie were on - or as the late Tom Petty used to say, "get me a glass of water, those guitarist were on fire!"
I went to the show as more of a nod to the legacy the Stones and Charlie and came away - 3 hours later with a huge smile on my face. Fantastic show!
Rockin'Bob from Houston, Texas
ROLLING STONES NO FILTER TOUR 2019 HOUSTON
I have seen (actually I have heard) better shows from the boys over the years (I have been to 8 Rolling Stones shows since 1975). The sound quality at NRG can be summed up in one word...SUCKS! Not so much from the floor or lower level but if you are sitting anywhere above, the echo and muddled noise is quite distracting! Seeing them in smaller arenas such as The Summit (1998) or at the Toyota Center (2005) were excellent venues for both sight and sound....even the two Astrodome shows I attended (1981 and 1994) sounded better. I saw them at the 2003 show at NRG and the sound was horrible! I went to the U2 show at NRG in 2017 and stood at the stage....the sound was perfect. Moral of this story......don't sit above the lower level at NRG if you want to "hear" the music!!!
Shannon Marie - Layla Promotions from Atlanta, Georgia
YOU GET WHAT YOU NEED
Being a Stones fan is a lot like participating in a rock-and-roll game of chicken:. It’s the elderly rock band versus their middle-aged fans, each group hanging on as hard and long as they can, and nobody wanting to quit on each other first.
Sadly, no-drama Charlie, ironically the most steady of the Rollers, did go down, leaving his team one man short. The happy/sad slide-show homage at the beginning of Thursday night’s show made it clear that, while others might be able to drum out the song catalog sufficiently, nobody will ever replace the Watt-man.
There was no doubt that the remaining team struggled physically, vocally, and musically throughout the show. The close-up screens showed Mick barely hobbling across the stage for the first few songs. Keith’s weathered face betrayed his own irritation at his voice as he painfully croaked his way through Connection. Ronnie wore a game smile throughout, but you could tell that he knew that he couldn’t play like he used to. Mick ribbed him about wearing Spanx, and either they were for vascular support or to hold in a gut –neither a hallmark of a rock star.
Nevertheless, the Stones played on with the songs you’d expect to hear - Let’s Spend the Night Together, Streetfighter Man, Tumbling Dice, Shattered, etc., and they were passable, though not great.
The additions to the team, most notably hometown keyboard hero Chuck Leavell playing the musicbox on She’s a Rainbow, the sax duo of Karl Denson and Tim Ries screaming Miss You, and singer Sasha Allen’s hurricane-like howls on Gimme Shelter brought the pitch of the show up a key. They stayed in their lanes as support people, which I appreciated. As good as they were, we weren’t there to see them.
We were there to see the Stones, and, fortunately, things warmed up as the night went on. Mick became more limber - skipping across the stage, shimmying out onto the catwalk, moving his hands around like a hypnotist, and contorting his body in the way of someone completely and genuinely into the music. He spun like a ballerina in hell during Sympathy for the Devil. He engaged the audience with a stern, school-teacher-like face waiting for our response in Miss You, and it was easy to imagine him was calling us out for not singing the chorus loudly enough, “Whatsa matter wit chu, boy????” He is still the magnet that engages the audience and pulls them into the musical magic that make their live performances so much fun.
Keith finally came alive during Jumping Jack Flash, and, as he and Ronnie played off of each other, you could almost see their younger rockstar selves. These three songs and an extended version Midnight Rambler, going into Love in Vain and back again, were show highlights for me, in that there seemed little physical boundary between audience, performers, and music.
It reminded me that the Stones themselves are about defying boundaries. At one point, Mick took a break to catch his breath and talked about going to both a local strip club and the High Museum of Art. It was kind of like the band in a nutshell – at once profane and profound, they and their music mirroring the whole gamut of human behavior and defying any boxes you’d like to put them in: After all, these are the same folks who brought us Cocksucker Blues while also singing us a Wild Horses lullaby.
And that’s the spirit of the Rolling Stones: Defy convention. Live on your own terms and do what you want to do no matter your age or any other artificially constructed social or cultural boundaries. Maybe that’s the meaning of the tongue logo. It might just as well have been someone thumbing their nose.
It can’t be easy for septuagenarians to put forth the physical show and to put out the emotional energy that they do, and at this point, they don’t need the money or fame; they are doing it for us. The audience felt the love of these midnight ramblers and gave it back ten-fold. It’s too bad that the Mercedes-Benz Stadium sound engineers couldn’t seem to put out their best the way the rest of us were. The Rolling Stones deserved better, and so did their fans.
But while we don’t always get what we want – clarity, perfection, eternal youth - we get what we need. And, what we needed was each other – imperfect performers who tried their best to put on a good show and a forgiving crowd who loved them despite a few short-comings. And as the lights go dim, we need each other more than ever: Gimme Shelter before we all fade away. It was an appropriate penultimate song to the evening.
What the Rolling Stones, their Thursday night show, and maybe the big “Show”, too, are all about is to just keep pushing -boundaries, convention, the sands of time, to not go gently into that good night, but to fight all the way; to keep giving each other the best we’ve got, as long as we can, even if it’s not quite what it used to be. I got a reminder of that Thursday night, and I think everyone else did, too.
Keith Thornhill from Los Angeles, California
SOFI SOUND HORRIBLE
Nothing bad to say about the Rolling Stones. They looked in as good a shape as eve. Seeing them on the screens.appeared to be putting in a 100% effort to do the best job possible, as always. However, the Sofi stadium is completely worthless to see it concert. The sound is so bad you don’t even know what song are singing until several sentences into it when you can kind of hear a word or two. It’s all echoes and muddled roar, love the Rolling Stones but we left at the 9th song, just couldn’t take it anymore. We spent $800 for two tickets, $85 for parking, and the food options are minimal, horrible tasting, and it’s difficult to find an employee that cares about anything. Saw the first football game in there, had a good time, but the food issues were still there. Will never step foot in that stupid stadium again, no matter how wonderful everyone he says it looks.
Will j from Austin, Texas
ROLLING STONES CIRCUIT OF THE AMERICAS
Worst concert ever, horrible venue, horrible PA
Circuit of the Americas is the worst venue for concerts, be prepared to walk 2-3 miles. Parking can cost up to $1,100.00, no exaggeration.
There was a sea of people, the stage was so far away that the band looked like ants. The sound system did not work through half the concert abba the other half it cut on and out. Keith Richards and Ronny Wood sounded like 13 year old in a garage band trying to learn the songs. Their leads were mostly out of key and just noise .
Don’t waste your money, this venue needs to fire their management and start over.