It’s exactly 50 years since The Rolling Stones released Jumpin’ Jack Flash. Back in those heady days of the late spring of 1968, Mick Jagger’s fledgling sexual legend was such that he still as yet had no known children, while the world’s most high-functioning derelict Keith Richards – a man who, as Del Preston speculates in Wayne’s World 2, “cannot be killed by conventional weapons” – still had some of his own teeth.
That groovy Delta blues fiesta has since gone on to become the most performed song in the quintessential English rock’n’roll band’s entire, mammoth 56-year repertoire, and thus one of the most performed songs of all time. There are at least 1,135 documented inclusions of Jumpin’ Jack Flash in Stones setlists at the time of writing – a figure that’s rising with every night of their latest, feverishly anticipated No Filter tour. To put that figure in some kind of perspective, imagine every time you’ve pulled your socks on, or cooked the dinner, or done the dishes for basically the last three-and-a-bit years, and that’s how many times Keef has twanged that iconic clanging riff and Mick has prattled on about toothless bearded hags and frowning at breadcrumbs (acid’s a hell of a drug) while flouncing about like a chiffon scarf on a mop handle in front of an adoring audience. Wild, right?
“You just jump on the riff and it plays you,” enthuses Richards in his biography, on the eternal ecstasy of Jumpin’ Jack Flash. “Matter of fact, it takes you over,” he foppishly mumbles. “An explosion would be the best way to describe it. It’s the one that I would immediately go to if I wanted to approach the state of nirvana.” And this from a man who’s been to the state of nirvana so many times he’s got a timeshare by the beach!
The Stones are all of our own futile inner battles to feel forever young incarnate
How does one band, much less one single song, remain so endlessly popular and inspiring? When time finally does cease to be on The Rolling Stones’ side – and not even Richards can defy the ageing process forever – what then? Will floodlights fade to black and chill winds blow tumbleweeds through deserted stadiums, guitars be locked away in flight cases for evermore, and everyone go home and just resign themselves to a life of doing the dishes? Maybe.
The Rolling Stones are, it scarcely requires stating, the greatest rock’n’roll band of all time, no contest. Quite apart from Jumpin’ Jack Flash, they’ve written more shufflin’, shakin’, boogyin’, lovin’, tumblin’ good hits than you’ve made hot dinners. And as we’ve already established, you’ve made a lot of hot dinners.