Some days seem to hammer home points about aging, while others continue to lull me into the illusion that no matter how quickly time passes, ripened fruit will forestall any dropping for one heck of a long time.

Today, as you'll notice from the rather one-note song sung on this blog, is one of the former, unfortunately. Appropriate for a category where "Older Parent" places equal emphasis on both words, although the 'older' could beg the question: Older than ... ?

Salt in the wound, today, though, as on top of having to face the fact that I'm now way too old to fulfill any dream of a large family chock full of kids filling up all the nooks in my house and the crannies of my heart, I have to read about some snot-nosed Swede throwing around accusations that Keith Richards is too old ... and, all right, also too drunk ... to do a rousing rendition of classic rocker on stage.

The thought that he may actually need a rocker on stage from which he could sedately strum the something akin to "I Can't Remember Getting Satisfaction" and "Mother's Little Helper, Run Get Daddy His Viagra", is one I find most depressing.

Yes, Keith has long been what you'd find in a dictionary if you looked up "Rode hard and put away wet", but that face ... that craggy, haggard face ... told of life lived a bit too full, not a bit too long.

Now, however, a rock reviewer to whom Jimi Hendrix is about as graspable as a flesh-and-blood entity as the Emperor Constantine is saying a Stones concert in Ullevi, Sweden was a poor performance, especially by Keith Richards.

"After all, it costs around 1,000 krona (£72) to see a rock star who can hardly handle the [guitar] riff to Brown Sugar any more," he said.

Excuse me, Sonny, but if you want to listen to the guitar riff to Brown Sugar, download it onto your iPod. NO ONE goes to a Stones concert to 'listen', you whippersnapper. Hundreds of thousands of people have been going to Stones concerts for years to WATCH KEITH RICHARDS FALL DOWN.

And while I'm handing out free and totally unsolicited advice here ...

Keith, you're not supposed to care about reviews. That you do is proof that you're getting old and cranky.

Now that my job here is done, I'm going to throw "Let it Bleed" on the CD player, dance around the living room and start teaching Cj the words to "You Can't Always Get What You Want."