I've carried a fear of singing, "Let's Spend the Night Together," at the nursing home. Boomers had quite a run of power, and us-centric arrogance, but it's in eclipse, even as Mick's prance and sneer represents denial of its passing.
"Do not go gentle..." and all that.
As an event, it would probably be memorable, but as a recreation of past glory there's some sadness about it, even though Keith's playing is timeless.