We love this clip of Patti Smith performing at Royal Albert Hall, in rumpled black, gray hair a wild frizz, singular, age-defying, theatrically, purposefully breaking each string until she was down to one, the broken strings shivering around like electricity.
Before breaking the last string, she cried out to the audience:
This arrow of love goes to you. This was not a night of perfection but at least we fucking did it together.
Although she disavowed perfection, by all accounts the evening was just that: pure Smith intensity and aliveness.
(So heartening to see a 75-year-old rocking out.)