I went to see Shine a Light last night, out of obligation to Marty (I'm not too familiar with the Stones); Jagger's a bit of a one-trick pony, and as a foursome they're all walking relics. It got old after about an hour, though I guess you ought to admire his sheer energy. Still, I was in one of those moods last night where I have an intolerably low tolerance for bullshit, and had decided thirty seconds in I wasn't really going to like it: what was with all that Marty-Mick phone-call set-up? Made black and white in post, too; yucky.