Now this is funny.
Burns is at the wheel of Saban’s black Mercedes S550, and because he knows Saban’s musical taste veers toward the Eagles, Al Green, and the Rolling Stones—no country—he’s got “Gimme Shelter” cued up on the stereo. Saban sits shotgun, and I climb in the back. As Burns guides the sedan past columned fraternity houses on the arbored Alabama campus, Saban mentions he’s seen the Stones twice. In an attempt at levity, I tell him I’d recently tried to turn my four-year-old daughter on to the Stones but that she had responded by earnestly asking me, “Dad, how come the man in these songs can’t sing?”
Saban spins around from the front seat and shoots me the bug zapper.
“Mick Jagger can sing,” he says, before turning back to face the windshield. “Mick Jagger is a great entertainer.”
Maybe he can get the Stones to play a halftime show at Bryant-Denny sometime.