'If I could sing ya, a love song so divine'...

SNL for the last several years has more often than not gone off the rails, fallen flat on it's collective face, but on Saturday night, the train chugged back to the station. The opening skit with a mustached Jon Hamm singing and dancing set the tone for some rollicking fun. But wait the best was yet to come. Mick Jagger as comfortable as a fly on a pile of steaming horse s...t, strutted out in a dazzling gold jacket and hosted the final show of the season. The Mick parodied Steve Tyler. Cast members parodied Jagger. Jagger parodied himself. Skits flew across the stage; the Californians, a ridiculous outrageous spoof of the LA freeway system spewed out a blond wigged Steve Martin. Could it get any better? It did.

In 2009, during the 25th anniv. of the Rock n Roll Hall of Fame,
I witnessed the greatest rendition of a Stones song eva: Gimme Shelter featuring U2, Jagger and Fergie setting the stage on fire. Nothing, I thought could ever touch that until SNL. Mick opened with Arcade Fire (love those Canadians), and gyrated his skinny 60 something ass through 'This could be the Last Time. Then as if to say, hey, yeah, you got it mofo's I am almost 70, Jagger teamed up with the Foo Fighters and ripped off '19th Nervous Breakdown, and 'It's only Rock 'n Roll.' What an exhibition! In an emotional salute and farewell to Kristen Wiig who is bound for greener Judd Apatow and H'wood pastures, Mick and Arcade Fire played a finale of She's a Rainbow and Ruby Tuesday. I was exhausted. Whatever Mick is transfusing...I want some. He was a fracking ball of fire; a sight to behold. If you missed it, get some on YouTube.