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Read it here:
http://www.iorr.org/tour03/singap1.htm
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Wow. No warm-up band or b-stage. But more importantly, back to only 19 songs. |
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Really good stuff with those Singapore reviews. This is the best Stones site. Keep it coming! |
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Rollicking Stones
By Tommy Wee and Samuel Lee
LAST night's Rolling Stones concert had at least three members of the 7,000-strong crowd rocking in their wheelchairs.
Most of the audience were in their mids 30s and older, and surprisingly many brought children.
Full of energy, Mick Jagger and his gang rocked the audience with 40-year-old tunes at the Singapore Indoor Stadium. -- ALAN LIM
The rollicking concert at the Singapore Indoor Stadium began at 8.55 pm with Brown Sugar and ended with confetti, fireworks and roars of approval.
In between, it contained all the bad boys of British rock are known for: Ron Wood doing splits on stage, Mick Jagger's grimaces, spontaneous licks that made 40-year-old tunes like Jumpin' Jack Flash sound fresh, and tremendous energy.
But not enough to bring a wall tumbling down, which is what happened at their last concert here in 1965, at the Singapore Badminton Hall.
Keith Richards made it a point to smoke on stage, ceremoniously put out his cigarette and hold the ashtray up for all to see, as he pronounced: 'It's good to be back in Singapore.'
Jagger cut a confident figure, curling his rubbery lips around the words of familiar hits like Sympathy For The Devil, for which he put on a jacket with multi-coloured illuminated discs.
Metal detectors and searches relieved the audience of cameras and recording devices at the door, so the crowd in the $500 seats used their MMS phones with built-in-camera to capture the rock legends.
Last night's gig was the first of two concerts the band will play here as part of its Licks World Tour. The second is tomorrow.
Mr Elvis Wee, 53, who used to own The Elvis Place, a pub on Beach Road, pronounced the quartet: 'The best and most colourful rock band ever. The Beatles can't touch them.'
Ms Pearlyn Toh, 26, said: 'It's surreal to see these 60-year-old guys jumping about like men half their age.'
No doubt the quiet weekend that the foursome had helped. On Sunday, drummer Charlie Watts and Jagger, together with former British prime minister John Major, spent the afternoon watching the Cricket World Cup Finals at the official residence of British High Commissioner Alan Collins.
Perhaps their low-key visit had something to do with the fact that they had their families with them. Wood's wife Jo; daughter Leah and son Tyrone; as well as Richards' wife, ex-model and photographer Patti Hansen, are here. |
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All you need is glove
Hoping to fund its trip to next year's Special Olympics, the Singapore team has asked the Rolling Stones to autograph golf gloves to auction off
By Samuel Lee
ORDINARILY, these golfing gloves cost $25.
But if they bear the signature of singer Mick Jagger or any other members of the Rolling Stones, fans of the British rock band might just fork out many times more for a pair.
TEE OFF: If the Rolling Stones members agree to autograph these golf gloves, Singapore's Special Olympics team may be on its way to next year's games at Dublin, Ireland.
This is what Singapore's Special Olympics team is banking on to raise funds for its trip to next year's games at Dublin, Ireland.
As part of its Licks World Tour, the Stones performed at the Singapore Indoor Stadium last night, and will put on another show tomorrow.
Last Friday, Mr Paul P. Baragwanath, an auctioneer acting on the team's behalf, e-mailed PR company Cazbaa Communications asking if the rockers could autograph eight pairs of gloves. Cazbaa is in charge of the Singapore leg of the band's tour.
Mr Baragwanath, 46, a British national from Liverpool, says: 'The money will be used to send 58 disabled Singaporeans to the Special Olympics World Summer Games in June next year.'
The managing director of Underwater Shipcare, a Singapore company which does underwater ship repairs, has already kickstarted a wave of fundraising at a charity golf tournament at the Tanah Merah Country Club on March 13.
He was roped in by the president of Special Olympics Singapore Robin Lee, after his canvassing efforts for Unicef with autographed Manchester United Football Club soccer balls and photographs during the Red Devils' visit here in 2001.
Cazbaa has forwarded Mr Baragwanath's request to the band's management and is awaiting its response.
In the meantime, an anonymous donor set aside 68 complimentary tickets each reportedly worth $151 for the entire Singapore Special Olympics delegation to watch last night's concert.
An ecstatic Mr Lee, who was one of those spotted at the Indoor Stadium in the team's official white jerseys, told Life! afterwards: 'I'm delighted that we were given an opportunity to go for a once-in-a-lifetime rock concert, and to enjoy what ordinary Singaporeans get to experience.'
# Limited tickets to the Rolling Stones' second gig at the Indoor Stadium tomorrow at 8 pm are still available from Sistic (tel: 6348-5555 or www.sistic.com.sg).Watch out for Life!'s review of the concert tomorrow. |
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"One of the last songs was Satisfaction, which Keith played on a beautiful silver Telecaster (at least it looks like one) with his name on it. Maybe he has used it before, but this was the first time I noticed it."
I want pictures!
The Singapore times link on IORR is down btw.
A new bootleg "Singapore Can You Sing?" perhaps?
The hotel they're staying in better have High Security.
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Hey, Bridges To Babylon!
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Off IORR news:
New stage design in Singapore
The Rolling Stones played their first of two shows in Singapore since 1965 in front of some 7,000 fans last night. The show has been scaled down from 20+ trucks into some 7 trucks worth of equipment, to be able to do the Asian tour cost-effective, given the large distances. This made the debute of a small and intimate stage design, almost like a club stage.
>>no surprise they only played to 7,000 price of tickets being what they are. nice and intimate. 19 songs, tho? WTF??? ya gotta love the singapor tour poster tho:
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Fans unfazed by security checks at Rolling Stones concert
There was significantly tighter security at the Rollings Stones concert in Singapore on Monday night.
But amid fears of a retaliatory terrorist attack for the war in Iraq, fans of the British rock group said they did not mind the inconvenience, and in fact, welcomed the security checks.
The Stones performed without incident in front of a packed Indoor Stadium for about two hours.
They were at every corner of the Stadium.
Security staff, some armed with metal detectors, keeping an eye on everyone and keeping them in line.
Then there's the Police.....you'd think they were protecting a single VIP, but actually, try a whole stadium of Rolling Stones fans and of course the band.
There's definitely a sense of heightened security at the Indoor Stadium.
Security staff as well as police officers can be seen patrolling outside the Stadium, and you would think these tighter measures would bother some fans.
"You have to view it in a positive way, more security means it's safer for you, so people should not complain."
"If security is tight, then it's better, everyone feels safer."
Bags were checked at random as fans proceeded into the concert area.
But when the music started, all the worries faded into the chorus of rock and roll heaven.
The Stones were as sharp as ever, performing with all the energy you'd never expect from 60-year-olds.
And the verdict from the fans says it all.
"They're the Rolling Stones, they're the Beethoven of the 21st century."
"We've seen 11 rolling stones tours, this could be the best one ever. Small venue, excellent acoustics, they were really up tonight."
"He's just unbelievable, for his age like me, still rocking and rolling."
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THE STONES ROCK!
By Jonathan M Roberts
IT'S the hottest ticket in town. The one you really, really want to see if you're going to pay almost $500.
And for me it's a first.
First time seeing the Stones, first time at a big stadium show. I'm more used to the small, less-polite gigs.
The kind with a moshpit, from where a band usually starts its career.
This is different. And I'm sceptical. The Rolling Stones have been criticised for still playing - the median age of the members is about 60.
But, it's not the age that bothers me. I'm more concerned about whether they are any good. I am a fan. That I was born after their last, truly great album, Exile On Main St, doesn't mean that the music hasn't connected with me.
The Stones' back catalogue is still relevant today. It's a testament to their genius that the Stones are still this big, and not touring in some cheap '60s revue show.
The music still rocks. I've heard DJs drop We Love You into their sets. Not remixed, but just as it comes.
And then Martin Scorcese helped Robert DeNiro become a star by scoring his entrance in Mean Streets with Jumpin' Jack Flash, and used the frenetic Monkey Man to up the paranoia in Goodfellas.
Then, there is the band - rock and roll heroes. Doing everything you shouldn't, and to such excess, you couldn't, even if you tried.
You could complain that they shouldn't try to be badly behaved at their age, but if you want nice and polite, go see Ronan Keating.
What I want to find out is if they can still cut it. Do they live up to the hype? Are they worth that much? Well, having seen the concert last night, I can confirm that....
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I WAS thinking of calling this piece You Make Me Feel So Young. The audience is predominantly older than I am. By decades.
There are some younger people, but for the most part, they are middle-aged, and in some cases, have come dressed more 'dinner party' than 'rock gig'.
Some seem to be here just because it's an expensive event, rather than for the Stones. But some are really excited to be here.
The tension is building up. No sign of the band. Until something starts pounding.
Purple spotlights start pulsing. The pounding gets louder until... It goes pitch black and the opening riff of Brown Sugar sends the crowd into a frenzy. The band storms the stage, led by what looks like an animatronic Irish pirate leading the charge. Then I realise, it's Keith!
Keith and Ronnie Woods rove the stage and pull the classic shapes. Charlie Watts stays behind his kit, as cool and aloof as ever.
KING, QUEEN, JESTER And Mick Jagger? He belts out the lyrics like his life depended on it. Moving around like he's at once the king (occasionally queen), bidding adulation from the crowd, and then the jester.
Throughout the night he is moving. Playing to all sides, doing that unique style of dance (I can only describe it as a bad monkey telling himself off). You have to see it to believe it.
Two songs, and the video screen is revealed. Split into four, a camera focused on one Stone each. But they aren't the only cameras used tonight. This gig is probably the one in which the camera-phone came into its own, especially in the front two rows.
Any doubts I had about being moved by this concert are soon gone. These guys are playing like they were still 20.
Jagger only speaks to the crowd to joke about regularly visiting Singapore 'about every 38 years' and later to introduce the band.
It's full tilt all the way.
Listening to The Rolling Stones you realise why they keep on doing this. They love it. They absolutely love performing.
And they show the kind of stamina that puts people half their age to shame.
Keith, the pirate king, gets to sing. The audience baffles me again.
Yes, it's a slower song and you paid a lot for your seat, but do you really need to sit down? Some people just don't get it.
This was the first concert of this kind and the video screen did have lots of nice effects, but otherwise, it's a stripped-down, basic show.
And then the giant inflatable cheerleaders appear - complete with pompoms and holding flags at quite indecent angles.
Sympathy For The Devil is a highlight, the crowd joining in the 'hoo hoos' but then Gimme Shelter is out of this world. The backing singer faces off against Jagger and stuns with her searing vocals.
We get Satisfaction and then they're gone for five minutes till the encore. Jumping Jack Flash, complete with red-and-white confetti exploding over the stadium. Surreal, yet intoxicating.
I was ready to be faced with four old men, ruining their past. But it all comes together. They just take the stage and play like there is no tomorrow.
Was it worth $500? I still have a problem with that. But whether you can pay that much or not, you don't leave disappointed.
This is one of those shows where you really should have been.
If you weren't, you missed out. Big time.
You have one more chance to catch it. Tomorrow night at the Singapore Indoor Stadium.
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...more reviews/pics from The Straits Times...
http://straitstimes.asia1.com.sg/life/story/0,4386,179296,00.html?
Mick Jagger -- Pictures by Alan Lim
Keith Richards
Ronnie Wood
MARCH 26, 2003
Satisfaction
When the greatest rock band on earth takes the stage, its not only rock 'n' roll but also a case of perfect alchemy
By Ong Soh Chin
YOU'VE heard the jokes: The Strolling Bones. A bunch of Grandpas on stage. The craggiest men in rock.
But if you missed the Rolling Stones concert at the Singapore Indoor Stadium on Monday, the joke's on you.
Even if the Stones had come on on a bare stage and plink-plonked carnival tunes, it would have been more than worth the ticket for most of the 7,000 fans who showed up.
After all, Mick Jagger, 60, Keith Richards, 60, Charlie Watts, 62 and Ronnie Wood, 56, are, without doubt, the greatest rock band on earth.
No other band has the stamina, the longevity, the musicianship and the history of hits to even come close.
Formed in 1962, back in the days when music was served up on shiny black vinyl and rock 'n' roll was raw and real, the Stones are, shockingly, still as spry and energetic as men half their age.
No Botox for these gents - their well-lined faces are testimony to the long road they've travelled.
It is refreshing, in today's shallow plastic rock 'n' roll world, to see real faces which bear proudly their time-worn badges of honour.
But while their faces may have enough crevices to conduct a rock climbing course on, their bodies are still as lean as when they first started.
Jagger, the uber frontman, remains the prototype of the Rock Star - sinewy, pale, tiny-hipped and androgynous.
While he has spawned shaggy-haired skeletal lookalikes as diverse as Chris Robinson of the Black Crowes, Bobby Gillespie of Primal Scream and Kurt Cobain of Nirvana, these offspring have either become fat, redundant or dead.
Jagger, already a grandfather, is very much alive, thank you.
And he still has the slim hips of a Spanish waiter (as a stylist once quipped), the moves of a sexed-up schoolboy and the lips of a man who wants to give the world a giant hickey.
Richards, the craggiest man this side of Mount Rushmore, has survived heroin and numerous other physical abuses and remains the coolest dude in the rock universe.
Only he can wrap his shock of tangled hair in a spangly fringed scarf and not look like a joke.
Only he can walk to the front of the stage with a lit cigarette in hand, laugh and tell the Singapore crowd, 'When in Rome...', before stubbing the butt out in a black ashtray.
It is fitting, then, that it is this band that has cocked a snoot at Armageddon and deadly pneumonia to let rip in tiny Singapore - even as younger dilettantes like Rob Thomas have chickened out.
I know, it's only rock 'n' roll. But I like it.
ARISE, SIR MICK
ONCE the show finally kicked off at about 8.50 pm, there was no letting up.
But before that, the wait was almost excruciating, especially for this crowd, many of whom had seen the better part of middle age.
I wondered if they would miss their bedtime if the Stones didn't bloody well roll on stage soon.
The stage, by today's flashy rock standards, was bare and functional. A video screen formed the backdrop and the only interesting prop was a rack of colourful shirts - pink, blue, red - at the back. These were obviously meant for Sir Mick, famously the clotheshorse.
Then the lights dimmed.
To the unmistakeable riff of Brown Sugar, four dazzling spots of colour suddenly appeared - Jagger in a cobalt blue jacket, Richards in a long emerald green coat, Wood in lemon yellow and Watts in a tomato red T-shirt.
For the next two hours, a volley of hits - a veritable rock soundtrack of the last four decades - came fast and furious.
For the fan, including yours truly, it was like being hit by a crashing wave of divine music and going under in a wash of hazy euphoria.
I flung my notebook and pen on my chair and rocked on like there was no tomorrow.
When did Start Me Up start? Tumbling Dice tumble? Don't Stop stop? It was all a blur.
All I knew was this: Here were the Rolling Stones in front of me. Onstage. Near enough for a restraining order.
And for those who wanted them larger than life than they already are, the big screen backdrop amplified and magnified them so much you could see Richards' famous skull ring on his right hand and Wood's green Swatch as they drew magic from their guitars.
It didn't matter that Jagger flubbed a few of his lyrics or that the acoustics in the Indoor Stadium were, as usual, appalling.
The perfect alchemy that can only come from four guys who have played together for years was evident - the band was as tight as Jagger's crotch-hugging black trousers, especially on Can't You Hear Me Knocking.
The rarely played song culminated in an astounding 15-minute jam session which saw Wood and Richards showing their axeman credentials and Jagger putting his famous lips to good use in a blues harmonica solo.
They had good support from a backup band which included bassist Darryl Jones, three singers, a keyboardist and a four-man horn section.
Still, even while they took centrestage at times, most notably when singer Lisa Fisher soared with Jagger on the diva vocals of Gimme Shelter, the show belonged to the Stones.
'Are you ready for a bit more?' teased Jagger, before two giant inflatable dolls with pneumatic breasts whooshed up on either side of the stage, each holding a flag.
One bore the Rolling Stones 'classic tongue' logo while the other held the Singapore flag.
Then, the opening chords of Honky Tonk Women sounded. The song, every man's hormonal paean to the pleasures of new and willing flesh, has become a beer-bellied cliche, diluted by too many wheezy covers in too many sleazy gin joints around the world.
But under Jagger and Co, it was made fresh and urgent again, especially when the giant video screen suddenly showed a manga cartoon of a topless girl riding atop a bucking giant tongue.
IRONY AND CONFETTI
FOR one moment during Street Fighting Man, the video screen, bathed in a blue light, framed Richards with the Singapore flag waving behind him.
I can't describe the strange poignancy of the image. It has something to do with irony - considering the Stones have always dallied on the wrong side of the moral majority. But also hope - that Singapore may have a creative future after all, if the Stones can be allowed to do their thing here.
After one encore - a rollicking Jumpin' Jack Flash - a rain of red and white confetti showered the entire stadium, covering it in the colours of the Singapore flag.
As I left the stadium to the war-torn, diseased world outside, I had a bizarrely comforting vision:
Armageddon may come sooner than we expect. But I am sure the Rolling Stones, having survived just about everything, will still be around to provide an appropriate soundtrack.
So what if only cockroaches will be around to appreciate it?
I know, it's only rock 'n' roll. But they'll like it.
The Rolling Stones Licks World Tour plays its last Singapore show tonight at 8 pm at the Indoor Stadium. Tickets available from Sistic (tel: 6348-5555 or www.sistic.com.sg).
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I can't get no...
By LOH KENG FATT
THE Rolling Stones gig was a bit like the current Iraqi war.
Monday's rock showdown at the Singapore Indoor Stadium was all sound bombardment that threw most of my senses into disarray, but lacked that critical sharpness to home in where it mattered - the heart, or mine at least.
I am not unfamiliar with these Brits, though I wouldn't say I grew up with the band.
I like some of the Stones songs like Start Me Up and Paint It Black. I also like the fact that the band is hardworking, not content to do reunion tours but has come up with new concert formats over the years.
I did look forward to its Singapore visit but, like all shows, I also asked: What can I get out of it?
For the Stones, I've heard their hits for decades now. Similarly, I've seen them on video, even that long-ago clip of their ill-fated 1969 gig at Altamont, California, where a fan was knifed by Hell's Angels bikers.
So when Mick Jagger and gang romped through their selections on Monday, deja vu reigned - pleasurable, but not leaving a nice lingering aftertaste.
There was Jagger prancing around. Okay. There was Keith Richards going down on his knees firing off guitar solos. Fine. There was Charlie Watts whacking the drums. So Watts up?
All these theatrics got me worked up, but for only a very short while. Beyond the first three songs, I began to find their stylised moves tiresome and it got grating as the night wore on.
Then there was the matter of the sound. The Indoor Stadium is not noted for excellent acoustics, and the Stones' music came out in one big all-conquering wave. I felt dazed, not dazzled.
The finer details were lost. I couldn't hear the interplay between the duelling guitars. And, I wonder, why didn't the band or its sound people fix these bugs? Did they even do a soundcheck?
The song selection was also a let-down. It felt like the Stones were jamming in their own private garage studio. Yes, there was rawness, there was intensity, but many of the numbers took an eternity to fade out.
Numbers like Satisfaction seemed to roll forever, with the choruses or hooks recirculating like some bad flu virus. Pity those who jived when these songs came up and were too shy to quit when the numbers droned on and on.
And did someone say the band brought in 100 tonnes of equipment? I could not see much evidence of that on Monday.
You hear how elaborate their stage props are - bridges, towers and lasers - but all the audience got that night were a video screen, some token mini-fireworks and... confetti?
But the video images were actually perfect. I got to learn a few guitar tricks, and came closer to Richards' well-lived face.
His mumbled singing on two songs was also welcome, if unexpected - I always thought Jagger hogged the mike - and his garbled, Bob Dylan-ish delivery was not without its charms.
But what ultimately was the biggest disappointment was the lack of communication and rapport between the Stones and the audience.
The usual 'it's great to be here' lines were uttered (deja vu), guitar picks were thrown at the crowd and a few jokes were attempted.
But I wish that Jagger - or anyone else in the band - had loosened up their lips more, apart from singing.
Cliff Richard, who broke into the charts along with the Stones in the 1960s, showed how it could be done when he came here last month.
He told stories of his past, talked about his movies and shared his dreams of taking on Elvis Presley's sales records in Britain.
You felt like Richard was a long-lost friend and that you were being let in to see all his inner secrets.
Jagger and Co were mostly content to yelp, bray and snarl when not singing. What a pity the thoughtful, ruminative interviews they occasionally give did not translate one bit on stage.
Maybe they had no time. They started an hour late and they had two hours' worth of material to cover.
You Can't Always Get What You Want - they sang at one stage.
Yes, I went home without much Satisfaction.
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YOU CAN'T LICK THIS
Hit the road, jack
DOES cost-cutting in these hard times extend to the Stones back-up band such that they can't even afford to hire a Singapore driver?
Spotted behind the Singapore Indoor Stadium was a 10-seater van with a Backstage Band label on the windscreen.
But what caught the eye was a piece of paper on the dashboard which gave street-by-street instructions on how to get to the stadium.
A sampling: 'From Four Seasons Hotel. Orchard Boulevard towards west. Turn right on Tomlinson Road towards north. Turn right on Tanglin Road towards east. Road leads towards Orchard Road towards east...' and so on.
Maybe the organisers got the keyboard player to warm up his fingers by piloting the heavy van to the venue.
Cruisin' to the music
MOST people who drove were stuck in jams after the gig but at least one group of fans sailed to and away from the venue. Businessman Bob Gattie and seven other friends took a Crystal Leisure Cruise boat from Clifford Pier at 6.30 pm.
On arrival, they negotiated with a woman at the ticketing booth beside the stadium to arrange for transport back.
'We're paying $40 for a round-trip. We've asked the boatman to wait for us at 11 pm. Yup, this sure beats the hassle of being trapped in a traffic jam if we were to come by car,' said Mr Gattie.
Who keeps track?
FANS did not spot the Stones enjoying the balmy breeze outside the stadium before the concert, but they did bump into various crew members taking breaks.
Life! approached two of them.
One, a white guy in a hairstyle that could have belonged to a Jamaican reggae band, was suspicious and stiffened up: 'No, no comments. I'm not paid to talk. You'll have to speak to the management.'
But boyish-looking and long-haired Charlie Marris from San Francisco needed little prompting to talk.
'Yes, this is a fine place to be. I've come here before. I was in the crew with Rod Stewart when we came here seven years ago,' recalled the assistant video director for the Stones show.
'We played in a different place. No, not this stadium but something that had, what, a horse-race track round the stadium?'
He was informed that, no, the track was probably for athletics and the place was just across the road, the National Stadium. He looked across and said: 'Mmm, maybe.'
Later, you find out that Marris, who has also toured with U2, Stone Temple Pilots and Rob Zombie, was in fact correct.
It was indeed a race-track he remembered. Stewart had played at the old Bukit Timah race course.
Teachers' night out
TEACHERS can be a class act too when it comes to having fun.
At least those from the Singapore American School.
An hour or so before 8 pm, mathematics teacher Sandra Hill, 42, was working out her hip-swivelling moves - on the bonnet of her car.
Blasting loudly from her car stereo was rock 'n' roll. Around her car was a group of about 10 other people, all teachers, she said.
'Want a beer?' the happy Ms Hill asked.
'This is my first concert in Singapore though I've been here for seven years. I grew up with them,' she said, her arms making mesmerising waves in the air.
'Yes, the Stones are so American,' one of her friends chirped in.
One hated to tell her, but one did it anyway. 'No, they are British.'
Showbiz, good biz
THE Stones were good business on Monday, and not only for two tents that sold memorabilia (keychains at $15 and up to $100 for a hooded sweatshirt.)
Over at the nearby Oasis complex, eatery 8 On The Bay was a hive of clinking glasses and happy chatter before the show.
A noticeboard outside said a private event for Deutsche Bank was taking place.
A bank employee confirmed that its clients at the function later attended the concert - with tickets paid for by the bank.
Bay's manager said: 'Yes, we have several private functions going on right now. We have about 200 people here.
'When the show ends, we expect up to 150 to show up. They want to avoid the traffic jams, you see.' --Loh Keng Fatt
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PLAYLIST: What the Stones rolled out
Brown Sugar
Start Me Up
You Got Me Rocking
Don't Stop
Rocks Off
Sweet Virginia
You Can't Always Get What You Want
Bitch
Can't You Hear Me Knocking
Tumbling Dice
Slipping Away
Before They Make Me Run
Sympathy For The Devil
Gimme Shelter
It's Only Rock 'N' Roll
Honky Tonk Women
Street Fighting Man
Satisfaction
Jumpin' Jack Flash (encore)
cheers - crash
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