By Robert Chambers
I.
So, if you have a raspy, high-pitched baritone voice and decide to try your luck as a rock singer, what might the payoffs be? If you are Roddy Stewart, son of a north London plumber, they are considerable: Sales of 200 million records in 70 countries; concerts across the world before audiences numbering as many as 3.5 million fans (New Year’s Eve 1994, Copacabana Beach, Rio); a two-year contract for 52 concerts at Caesar’s Palace in Las Vegas (all sold out in a 4,100-seat venue); palatial homes in London, Scotland, Palm Beach, Beverly Hills, Spain, and all around the Mediterranean; ownership of every conceivable variety of exotic automobile (his consistent favorites have long been Lamborghinis, but there has always been room in his many garages for the occasional Ferrari, Porsche, Jaguar, Mercedes, or Rolls Royce); and, perhaps best of all, virtually non-stop sex for years with countless of the world’s most beautiful women (he’s married four of them and fathered seven children, all gorgeous).
“Excess” is the word for Rod Stewart, who has since his late teen years wanted almost everything . . . and gotten most of it. Now approaching 70, Stewart is still in remarkable physical shape and strong voice (as this writer witnessed at Caesar’s only three months ago). For decades he has shown himself to be one of the world’s greatest entertainers, and the awards have continually flowed in – twice elected to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame (with his early band the Faces and on his own); many platinum recordings; an invitation to sing for the Queen; appointment as Commander of the British Empire.
And, more recently, Rod: The Autobiography, making its way up best-seller lists in several countries.
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Posted on January 21, 2013