|background we see what is perhaps the largest rock stage ever erected, towering a full seven stories tall and containing two levels of enviable seating within it's hulking structure. In it's shadows off in the foreground are Ronnie, Charlie, Keith and Mick tearing up the b-stage, lighting up the dark coliseum like four bolts of unleashed lighting. Over head the sky is ablaze, a victim of the fire down bellow. And in all points of the scene we see an exploding chorus of flashes and floating skulls summoned by the bands own music, all of this held perfectly together by the brush Ronnie wields like a conductors baton.
All of the above surrounds something we have never seen as a feature in any of Ronnie Wood's works to date. The unmistakable symbol of all that is Rolling Stones the iconic tongue, that will soon celebrate it's own 40th year (and still licking).
Collectively this is the by far the grandest Stones print to date by Ronnie Wood. And if it was not for the fact that it was painted by one of the four greatest showmen ever, I'd be lot more worried about what he can possibly do as an encore...
Personal Phrenologist to the Rolling Stones