Isn’t it strange that Mick Jagger, a white, middle class, British male would become emblematic of “authenticity” in intellectual rock ‘n’ roll discourse by playing black music, singing like an American southerner and moving “like a girl”?

In this sense, The Rolling Stones’ patchwork of identity drag is exactly what is great about rock ‘n’ roll (pop) music, whereas the dogma of their more militant “purist” followers is precisely what is bad about it.

The Rolling Stones are astoundingly, unrelentingly great. Here’s a contender for my favorite of their songs: