There is one small story that has been lost amid the hype and circumstance of the Super Bowl.
It's a story that starts in 1967. The Doors new single "Light My Fire" raced up the charts. Ed Sullivan, who always had a keen eye for bringing new talent to the attention of America, called the boys and offered them a slot on the show. Following Topo Gigio.
There was one catch, they had to change "girl we couldn't get much higher." Sullivan said to Morrison "you're the poet, think of something else, wire, flyer."
The boys took the stage with a raging "Light My Fire" and Jim Morrison sang it with the original lyrics. Sullivan was outraged and The Doors never performed on Ed Sullivan again.
A short time later, the Stones performed on Ed Sullivan, they were asked to change the TITLE lyric for "Let's Spend the Night Together" to "Let's Spend Our Life Together (perhaps this was a foreshadowing of the most dangerous band in the world turning into one of the great corporate whore machines of all time - did I just coin a new phrase?).
Of course its amazing today to think that anyone would be asked to change a lyric like this. Isn't it? Flash forward to Detroit, February 2006.
The Rolling Stones agree to play the halftime show of SUPERBOWL XL.
The First Crime Against Rock and Roll:
The Stones agreed to have a lyrical reference to "cocks" in their new song "Rough Justice" to be censored out.
The Second Crime Against Rock and Roll:
They consented to having the last lyric in "Start Me Up" "you make a dead man cum" censored out.
Oh the hypocrisy by the Stones. Oh the hypocrisy of ABC, hiring the band that was known as the most dangerous, rough, sexual, rebellious and hardcore of all the 60s and 70s classic rock giants and then bleeping their lyrics, 40 years after Ed Sullivan. Oh the Stones agreeing to it.
"To thine own self be true" Indeed Sir Mick.
The band who performed Sister Morphine and (I Can't Get No) Satisfaction, who defined an era of rebellion, have laid down at the alter of consumerism and become a paragon of the establishment they once loathed.
As a side note, I find it odd that two over sixty TITLED British men who were paragons of antiestablishmentism in the Sixties have performed at halftime of the last two Super Bowls.
Jim Morrison, I hope you haven't turned in your Paris grave too many times this week.