Jimmy Dean echoes in the popular imagination, with a strange magical resilience. He’ll never grow old, tired, worn out. He’s the opposite of an aging rockstar; no old, no fat, no quiet surrender to the obscurity of needing to work a blue collar job for the last few decades to just now reclaim his fans during the Reunion Tour. There’s something incredibly, immortal about the Dean health and youth and vigor.
Not that there’s any good reason to knock the Aging Rocker archetype. When done right the Aging Rocker, Dylan or the Stones (your opinion of whom to include or exclude on this list will no doubt vary) leads us into very different territory—not immortality, but perpetuity.