The best thing about the programme was the old black and white footage from the sixties. We saw Rod’s dad in his Highgate shop (Scottish, my foot!), Rod the Mod buying shirts in Carnaby Street, Rod with various bands (for my money the early stuff is the best). By the time we’d got through Long John Baldry, Jeff Beck and The Faces I was regretting having sold Rock Family Trees. Rod and Ronnie Wood put on a very entertaining double act as two old Faces. Despite his habit of looking, in the noddies, like a psychiatrist listening dispassionately to a patient, Alan Yentob seems star struck on these occasions and didn’t ask any hard questions. Not very revealing, then.
To me, Rod Stewart seems rather like Frank Sinatra and Dolly Parton: essentially vulgar yet deeply serious about his music and artistry.