The lilac satin tracksuit, remember it?  The smooth bare chest, the quail's-egg navel, the haircut worn better by Steve Harley, slightly yellow on the Mod. Why the Union wristbands? I never found out. I lost interest, bopped to Bolan, and fell in love to Wings.

The history I caught up with. His Long John Baldry, Julie Driscoll and Reg Dwight years.  His bit of Tommy. America getting Rod Stewart before we did: that was cool. Jeff Beck, Ronnie Wood, blotchy Faces albums. Bondes.  The prettiest, Dee Harrington, became my personal trainer. Get me. Famously a great band member, too good a ligger, the solo move at the end of  '75 surprised. He got lost among the tinsel and was swallowed by LA. I forgot about him.

All these years. The gravel-in-a-biscuit-tin voice no longer grates.  The raucous has subsided. The tartan is less, and somehow tasteful, his best brazen laid to rest, his hormones halted by many children, and grandchildren. What is there left to do?  Only this. 'Time', his first studio album in more than a decade, bounces straight to number one.  Eleven original tracks, self-penned and produced, all heaving with the familiar and the heard it all before, yet new, yet loaded, with sentiment and been- there and wept-that and laughed and choked, and smiled, and loved you more. 

Listen no further than 'Brighton Beach' for the meaning of Rod Stewart. Weep at the talent of Jim Cregan, the song's co-writer. You still see his green grin on Top Of the Pops as he played the guitar solo of 'Make Me Smile (Come Up and See Me)'  for the Rebel Steve, can't you?  Wallow in 'Live The Life' and 'Picture In A Frame', full-tidal with echoes of 'Amazing Grace', and 'Time'. Wish, and know that it won't ever happen, that someone should some day write a song like 'Pure Love' about you.

Do I think he's sexy?  At sixty eight? Well. There are men who do hang onto it  Rod doesn't. Penny thinks so, or maybe she doesn't. Her portraits of her husband, featured in the CD booklet, do suggest mutual attraction. They are reminiscent of those taken by Linda McCartney of Paul.  Perhaps it takes true love through a lens to capture someone's deepest essence. Most of us wait in vain, sometimes knowing how much we love, knowing that they do not love us back. Hopeless. Rod gets it. He's been listening. This is an album for loved-and-losts, as well as winners-take-all.

Love. The last indefinable. The great unfathomable. Our beginnings, our ends of the world. It's all here. Love drove Rod's recent autobiography, which also topped the charts. Dignified and reserved, most of its mischief lay unsaid between the lines. Rod learned long ago to close the bedroom door.  The paradox - that life's most tender moments are both universal and personal - is Rod's big lesson.  Finally.  'Time'  reminds us to hope. To believe. There is a reason. 


  1. Loving your blog and this one in particular. I listened to the new Rod album only a few weeks ago and I have not stopped listening to it! And I cannot believe the guy is 68! It just goes to show how a decent songwriter does EXACTLY that. Writes songs. Bloody good ones too! Much love to you, SCB x


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