Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Share on Google+ Share on Reddit Share on Pinterest Share on Linkedin Share on Tumblr At this point, seeing the Rolling Stones live is one of those “bucket list” experiences. When you go to see the Stones, the quality of the performance is almost irrelevant; what matters is that you got to see the Rolling Stones. And, given that our pop music legends are passing on at an alarming rate, getting that experience is so crucial that nitpicking over things like set list omissions and the band’s energy seems not only like a waste of time, but unnecessarily cruel. Having said that, Havana Moon should be a more special entry in the Stones’ massive catalog than it is. This is, after all, the first large-scale rock concert performed in Cuba, an event 50 years in the making. Yet, at the end of the day, it feels like just another Rolling Stones concert. After touring for as long as they have, one would forgive the Stones for seeming a little off in concert. After all, Mick and Keith have been playing a lot of their biggest hits seemingly non-stop since the ‘60s, so a bad night wouldn’t be such a bad thing. Because of this, credit has to be given for how tight they still are as a band. Keith Richards remains the best rhythm guitarist in any rock band, and his performances here continue to live up to that pedigree. His playing on “Jumpin’ Jack Flash” and “Satisfaction” — songs that have to be embedded in his and every rock fan’s brain at this point — is fresh enough to be mistaken for the original recording. Ronnie Wood chimes in on occasion with a few lead guitar flourishes, but the Stones were always more about economy and consistency than flashy technique. Havana Moon is, thankfully, all Keith’s show. Sadly, it’s also all Mick’s show, and the seemingly ageless frontman might finally be showing signs that he’s getting a bit long in the tooth. While the accompanying film shows Jagger as an unstoppable, manic frontman, the album gives fans a haggard singer who tries his best to, yet can’t quite hit those notes in the way that he used to. At times, as on “Tumbling Dice,” he’s as game for it as the rest of the band, but the performances of the earliest Stones songs find Jagger taking shortcuts around the notes that he simply can’t hit anymore. It’s the rare instance of the Stones showing their age, and it’s predictably happening with a greater frequency nowadays. For as uneven as the performances can be, perhaps the most disappointing aspect of Havana Moon is that it’s very much standard concert fare for the Rolling Stones at this point. They get through most of the hits while throwing in a few deeper cuts. They refrain from playing any new material; the newest song in the set list (“Start Me Up”) dates back to 1980. It’s about as standard a rendition of the Rolling Stones experience as you can get. Granted, for those who have never had the Rolling Stones experience (as is presumably the case with their audience in Havana that night), there’s a lot of fun and excitement to unpack here. For the rest of us, however, Havana Moon offers nothing we haven’t heard before, which is a real shame.