Maritime dreaminess at dusk in Red Hook, Brooklyn. Earlier I’d watched the new Scorcese film about The Rolling Stones… which left me feeling that the grinds and glories of touring musicians are roughly the same across the board; tis just a matter of degree. Loved seeing Ronnie Wood kill on slide guitars, Keith Richards be our collective inner-freebird, and watching Christina Aguilera lay down the hottest guest spot in the show. And I dig that the concert was filmed right here at Beacon Theatre, where I saw Kelly Clarkson rip it up just a few months ago.