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So tonight, the story of Mick Jagger. Okay, these biography episodes are really showing me who I am. And I just want to say for the record that I admire more people than just actors, athletes and rock stars. I really do. But I don't want Sleep Magic to go down too many historical rabbit holes or touch on the world of politics. So here we are. Tonight, we're looking at the life of Mick Jagger. Now, when I was a teenager, Mick Jagger was the bomb. I got onto the Rolling Stone bandwagon a little late. I mean, they were formed as a band before he was even born, but in the early 1980s, they were still cool, although they'd probably passed their musical prime. And yet I was fascinated by them. First there was their music rooted in rhythm and blues. The Stones always had this forceful, gritty, sexy sound. Their music was sort of dangerous and they were highly experimental. Over the years, the Stones dipped their toes into genres beyond rock and R and b. They tried out country, folk, gospel, punk, even disco. And then there was their look. If the Beatles were the friendly mop tops, the Stones were the bad boys. Not just long hair, but dirty and sort of menacing. What teenager wouldn't love that? And then there was the band itself, this dynamic duo of Mick and Keith, with a wonderful set of supporting personalities and musicians over the years. And Mick Jagger is remarkable not just for his longevity, but for what he managed to do within the context of his time. In the late 1960s, European and North American culture was experiencing a time of tumult. The post war baby boomer generation in their teens and early 20s were coming of age, and they were a very powerful force in Western culture, upending norms, taking risks and thumbing their noses at the establishment. And Mick Jagger, with his androgynous style, unfiltered sexuality and undeniable stage presence, personified the times. And remember, this is long before the Internet. Stars were made by record sales, radio plays, magazine covers and TV shows. So someone bubbling up into the zeitgeist not only required talent and special qualities, but when they got there, they sometimes experienced global exposure that reached more age groups, more classes, more types of people. Many celebrities these days are created from the bottom up, starting with digital followings, and very few break out beyond their silos. I mean, no judgment. It's just a different landscape altogether. So when I say Mick Jagger was the most famous, most dangerous and sexiest rock star in the world, well, he really was for a while. You may not have liked him, but you'd heard of him. But I think what impresses me most now is the magic behind it all. I always say in the introduction to this show, I'm here to help you find the magic of your own mind. And that's, I think, about creating things, about using your mind in a way that it follows your inner being, your expansion, your path. And that's what he did. And so did Keith Richards. Mick and Keith could have met up in their late teens, chatted about music and never spoken again. They could have formed their little band, done a few gigs and not continued. They could have had some hit albums cashed out and let it go. They could have gone through the ups and downs that they did go through and decided to split. And they came pretty close to that. But the Rolling Stones have continued whatever lived and continues to live in the hearts and minds of Mick Jagger and Keith Richards is a creative, powerful force that has lasted so much longer than any of us expected it to. And it's intense. I've been to concerts at which the crowd, most of us generally younger than the band, can only sit and tap our feet through the two and a half hours. But the stones themselves, in their 80s, they're running around not having to catch their breath. And who would have guessed that both those minds, those inner beings, would be able to create so much, to tolerate the stresses of stardom, to expand to global exposure, and to continue together longer than either of their several marriages. And yeah, perhaps the idea of being octogenarians on stage would have seemed laughable, even embarrassing to their cool 20something selves when they had the entire world in the palms of their hands and no one under 30 could be trusted. But that's the funny thing about time. It marches through us all, it humbles us all and it shows us what we are capable of. It shows us our path, often in the rearview mirror. So tonight we look at the life and unique talent of Mick Jagger. Sorry, Keith, Bill, Charlie, Ronnie and Brian and Ian and Mick Taylor. Maybe next time. So get yourself into a safe and comfortable position. And let's begin. Allow your eyes to close easily and gently. And now I'd like you to bring your awareness to your breath. Just imagine that your awareness is like this tiny little surfer surfing the wave of your breath. And it may be big waves and it may be gentle little waves, but your awareness has come home to your breath, your awareness coming home to your body. And already just bringing your awareness back home. And listening to the sound of my voice, you notice that your body is becoming nice and heavy and relaxed on the bed. This is the balance to your day. In your day you're out and about, being active, expanding, doing, stretching, trying. And at night you come home to yourself, back home to your body and to stillness. And it feels really nice. So now I'd like you to bring your awareness up into your eyelids and I'd like you to imagine that your eyelids are feeling heavy, heavy and sleepy and relaxed. Like the little muscles in your eyelids are becoming loose and limp and relaxed. Good. And now with this heaviness in your eyelids, I'd like you to imagine that your eyelids are so relaxed and heavy that you can't open them, that they're kind of stuck shut. And of course they're not stuck shut, but I want you to imagine that they are. So now I'd like you to test your eyelids to make sure they will not open. And that means wiggling your eyebrows while your eyelids remain closed. And this is just a game. You're just pretending. So pretending that your eyes won't open, wiggle your eyebrows. Good. Give them a good tug. Beautiful. Now, this relaxation that you have around your eyes, this lovely, warm, relaxed feeling, is the same quality of relaxation that you will soon have throughout your entire body. So let's imagine that warm, heavy relaxation moving down your face, down into your cheek. Relax down into your jaw. Your whole face feeling heavy. Good. Your lips feel relaxed. Your chin feels nice and heavy. And it's so nice to let go of any tension you may have been holding in your face. And as your face is relaxing, your head is becoming really heavy on the pillow. Heavy like a bowling ball. And this heaviness feels good, too. Oh, it's nice to just let your head sink into the pillow. And as that warm relaxation started around your eyes, moves up now up into your forehead. And as it moves back from your forehead, it's taking over your brain. Every single cell of your brain soaking in this warm, lovely relaxation. And your scalp, Your scalp is softening and relaxing. Beautiful. And as your mind is relaxing, your body is relaxing. And as your body is getting heavier and heavier on the bed, your mind is letting go. And as your mind is relaxing, the relaxation's moving down into your shoulders, down into your arms. Your arms feeling nice and heavy. Heavy. And the lovely, warm relaxation is moving down into the palms of your hands. And the palms of your hands may even tingle a little as you allow that warm, relaxed feeling to move down into every single one of your fingers. Letting go. Letting go. Good. Now I'd like you to bring your awareness to any sounds that are going on around you. There may be another person nearby, or sounds from some device in your room or in another room, noises from the street. Just be aware of these sounds. And now I'd like you to let them take you deeper into relaxation. Just allow these sounds, which are simply vibrations, to move right through you, taking you deeper and even deeper, just as the sound of my voice is taking you deeper and deeper. Great. Soon, the sound of my voice may sound like it's sort of far away or detached, and that's fine, because you're letting go into your own experience as your body rests and heals itself and does whatever it needs to do. So I'd like you to imagine this warm relaxation that began up around your eyes is moving down now into your torso. You receive this warm relaxation into your chest. Just let it in. So your insides becoming soft, warm and relaxed as the relaxation moves down deeper into your torso, into your midsection, softening and relaxing your internal organs. And now the relaxation is moving, moving all the way down into your belly, as you allow the muscles of your belly to let go. And you allow your pelvis to sink to the bed. And you notice that the muscles of your back are softening, relaxing, letting go, as the relaxation moves down into your legs. That warm, relaxed feeling moving all the way down to your legs, through your knees, down your calves, to your ankle, all the way down into your feet. So the soles of your feet are feeling warm and open, maybe they even tingle a little. And your legs are feeling nice and heavy, heavy as the relaxation moves all the way down into your toes, every single toe surrendering, letting go. Michael Philip Jagger was born to Joe and Eva Jagger in 1943 in Dartford, England, just east of London. Britain was still under attack from the Germans at the time, so it was an uncertain world, but the Jagger household was stable. Joe Jagger had been a gymnast in his youth and went on to become a physical education teacher, while Eva, a hairdresser who was active in politics, brought creativity and worldliness to the mix. The eldest of two boys, Mick, from the very beginning was supported in his physical, creative and intellectual pursuits. His first love was music, especially singing, and by the time he was a teenager, Mick was particularly drawn to American rock and roll. But instead of the mainstream pop groups, Mick was attracted to the deeper roots of rock and roll. The African American singers and performers who played rhythm and blues. Little Richard, Muddy Waters, Chuck Berry and Howlin Wolf, singer songwriters who grew up poor in the South. Singing from their souls, Mick loved the plaintive whine of a harmonica, the humble, reliable musical structure of blues progression. And he liked the depth and darkness of the blues. At the same time, Mick was immensely practical, and in 1960 he enrolled at the London School of Economics and planned to work in business. Meanwhile, another young man, Keith Richards, had also grown up in Dartford, and one day in 1960 was waiting on the platform at the train station when he spied Mick, whom he'd known in primary school. They hadn't seen one another since they were kids, but Mick was holding a Muddy Waters album under his arm, and Keith noticed it, for he too was a fan of the sound coming out of America at the time, he too was drawn to the blues. And just as Mick had been practicing his singing. Keith had picked up the guitar. They struck up a conversation and as they say, the rest is history. That's a funny saying. The rest is history. What does it really mean? Mean that a long and fabled story began in that very moment that a special spark was struck, that a rocket of energy was launched. So many moments come and go without seeming to open new portals in our lives. But for these Two boys, still 17 at the time, it was a fateful moment that unleashed an incredible creative force between them, a force that would change both their lives and those of millions of others. It wasn't long before Mick and Keith formed their own blues band and played covers and small London clubs. Soon they joined forces with Brian Jones and Ian Stewart, and in 1962 they officially became the Rolling Stones. Their first gig as the Rolling stones was on July 12, 1962, at the Marquee Club in London, and they soon had a coveted regular spot at the Crawdaddy Club. As the band gained traction and new members Bill Wyman and Charlie Watts, they developed a reputation for their raw, bluesy sound and rebellious image, which was a stark contrast to the Beatles clean cut appeal. The Stones were different. Yes, their hair was long, but had it been washed? Keith looked detached, with a monkeyish face, a cigarette perpetually hanging from his lips. Bass player Bill Wyman stood stock still behind his instrument, never smiling, while Charlie Watts hid in the background, beating his drums, driving the band forward. Brian Jones was a peacock and for years considered himself the leader of the group. But Mick Jagger had a je ne sais quoi that drove the girls mad. On stage, his wiry body jerked and shook to its own beat. It was as if electricity coursed through him, first through a restless knee keeping time, then through his spasmodic hitting of a tambourine, combined with a jerky shake of the head. And the energy moving through him seemed utterly disconnected from the world around him. He was fully himself and he was beautiful. He had pale skin and blue eyes, half hidden under his mousy brown bangs. But it was those lips. Full, heavy lips on a ridiculously large mouth with big white teeth. Those lips sealed the deal. In the early 60s, Mick's lips, which would become the iconic symbol of the Rolling Stones for the next 60 years, were just beginning to know their power. As a young man standing in trousers and a sweater with a tambourine, Philips just sang the lyrics. But as time went on, Mick found that they were his secret weapon, as he learned to make them pout, seduce and snarl their global Breakthrough took place in 1965 with their hit single I Can't get no Satisfaction, and it soon became an anthem of the rebellious counterculture movement. It was their first song to hit number one in the US and stayed there for four weeks. While the Beatles were halfway through their legendary lifespan as a band, the Stones had just begun rolling. And what a journey they had. In the second half of the 1960s, many Mick Jagger and Keith Richards wrote classics like Paint It Black, Ruby Tuesday and Sympathy for the Devil. These songs were different. They were edgier and riskier than most pop songs. And the collaboration that produced them had a momentum that would peak over the next decade as the Stones became one of the biggest, biggest bands in the world. As the 70s dawned and the Beatles broke up, the Stones were unrivaled. They entered their golden era writing and recording albums that are considered to this day some of the best ever made, like Let It Bleed, Sticky Fingers and Exile on Main Street. And it was during this era that Mick Jagger became the ultimate rock star, a symbol of hedonism, excess and rebellion. So imagine now you are standing in Madison Square Garden in the heart of New York City. It's 1972 and the crowd is pulsing with restless energy. The air is thick with sweat, smoke and the anticipation of 20,000 fans packed into the legendary arena. The Rolling Stones are at the peak of their careers. Raw, swaggering, untouchable. You feel your feet on the ground and a lovely light energy moving through you as you look around at all the people in the arena. You are all here for the same reason, the same experience. The lights dim and the first guitar chords of Brown Sugar slice through the air. And then boom. The stage explodes in white hot light. Mick bursts onto the stage wearing a glittering skin tight jumpsuit unbuttoned to his navel. His lean, wiry body moves like liquid mercury. He is half man, half animal. He doesn't walk, he prowls, he struts, he glides, he even skips his every step, radiating uncontainable energy. His feet barely seem to touch the stage as he moves, shaking his hips in sync with Keith Richards razor sharp riffs. Mick grabs the microphone and sings. His lips curl into his signature smirk, eyes darting across the sea of fans as if he connects with every soul in the room. Meanwhile, the sounds of the two lead guitars intertwine, creating the Stone's signature weave, while the drums push everyone forward, forward, forward, making a loose but pounding surge of energy. A piano begins to play, urgent and tinkly, making yet another layer to this boozy barroom anthem. The crowd is moving, dancing, loving it, pulled along by the musical locomotive that is brown sugar. As Mick sings, his raunchy, bluesy voice punches through the roar of the crowd. He's never been classically trained, but his voice has range and is capable of so many textures, so many tones. And now the saxophone moaning above the layers of other sounds. The sax solo in the middle of this dirty rock song builds, swells and then retreats as a guitar solo takes over. All the sounds are moving through your body, moving through your mind. There's nothing to think, nowhere to be. As you go deeper and deeper, you feel connected to the band, to all the layers of music, and to everyone here in the arena. You are all moving to the same rhythm, all part of the same pulse. The show continues, drawing you deeper and deeper. In the next song. Mick's phrasing is loose yet precise as he spits out lyrics like a street poet. Then his voice cracks and growls at just the right moments, oozing lust. He doesn't just sing. He bends the words, dragging out syllables, slurring them seductively, then suddenly snapping into sharp, rhythmic enunciation. And he never stands still, not for a second. Like his father, Joe, he is an athlete in constant movement, motion, a whirlwind of limbs. He does his signature rooster strut, arms flapping, hips swaying, lips pouting. He leans into the mic stand, then suddenly whips away as if jolted by an invisible current. And when he dances, it is a wild, electric ritual as he swivels his hips and shakes his shoulders with a jittery defiance. You look around you. Everyone is hypnotized by this creature, all moving to his beat, all pulled by the music. Your body is moving with the rhythm and delighting in mixed, unique movements. He doesn't follow the music precisely. He's still in his own world, and his physicality is a whole other layer of the song. And he knows exactly and intuitively how to command the audience. He teases, leaning forward, locking eyes with someone in the crowd, and then suddenly pulling away. Like a mischievous flirt, he points directly at a fan, as if singing just for them. He feeds off the energy of the crowd just as the crowd feeds off his. It is a dance, an exchange, a seduction. As the music ends, he throws his head back, arms stretched wide, drenched in sweat, bathed in the bright stage lights. It's as if he's surrendering himself to the music, to the moment, to the power of it all. The Rolling Stones went on and on and on in the early 80s. No one had ever seen a rock and roll band play after the age of 40. But the stones continued, and they continued after 50 and 60. And now both Mick and Keith are over 80. Mick is a father and a grandfather and a great grandfather. And yet he is still moving and dancing, shaking and shimmying for hours at a time, mesmerizing arenas of 70,000 people. Over the years, he has been in movies, tried a solo career, and even had a valve of his heart replaced. But when he and Keith get on stage, it's still there. The momentum is still there. The rock and roll locomotive rolling through Dartford Stat. So as your body is feeling heavier and heavier on the bed and you go deeper and deeper, your inner being is expanding and creating through you as you drift and float. Entry.