I am, I see here, marginally endowed, if I read Keith’s sniggering aright. I do not sing well, either. I am not polite to employees; indeed, I have even been known to say, “Oh, shut up, Keith,” in band meetings. I do not appreciate the authenticity of the music or the importance of what we do. I want to “lord it over” the band, like James Brown. I am “insufferable.” I slept with Anita.
Most of that is in just the first quarter of this overlong book, but a tattoo of my failings sounds all through it and culminates in almost 20 full pages of rambling invective near the end.
I don’t mind this, really, for reasons I hope are understandable and will get into later. This is all from a guy pushing 70 for whom gays are still “poofters” and women “bitches.” I think so many things about Keith. We were close, the two of us, for many years. We had known each other in grade school, if you can believe it, in the same undistinguished eastern suburb. Then we bumped into each other in a train station at 18 or so and started talking about the blues. We were different; I’d already been on TV with my father, who was a fairly notable expert on physical education at the time. Keith was … rougher, let’s say. For the next nearly 10 years, we were rarely apart. Even after we were famous, we lived at each others’ flats or houses. We were still very young, and, like puppies, we’d cluster together. (more….)
11 boys were suspended from school in Coventry, England for having “Mick Jagger” haircuts. The horror!
Eric Clapton and Patti Boyd threw a party at their home in Surrey to celebrate their recent nuptials. An impromptu jam session broke out with their guests: Mick Jagger, Clapton, Paul McCartney, Ron Wood, Ringo Starr, Jack Bruce, Bill Wyman, George Harrison and Ginger Baker. The hastily assembled supergroup ran through several Eddie Cochran and Little Richard songs. In Clapton’s autobiography he recalls that when the party was over, he and Patti went to retire, only to find Mick and Jerry Hall were already in their bed.
The invitations read:
Me and the Mrs. got married the other day, but that was in America, so we’ve decided to have a bash in my garden on Saturday May 19th about 3.00 p.m. for all out mates here at home, if you are free, try and and make it, it’s bound to be a laugh …..see you then…..
Eric and Pattie Clapton
Of course it’s only John Lennon, Keith Richards, Eric Clapton & Mitch Mitchell here, but I think ole Johnny was being a bit of a cad calling himself Winston Legthigh. John middle name was Winston, after Winston Churchill, but he changed it to Ono. Here are The Macs playing The Beatles’ song, “Yer Blues” from The Rolling Stones’ Rock and Roll Circus:
Not everyone appreciates you and your group’s music, Mick, like we do.
Be sure to watch all the way to the end (it’s a short song). Rumor is that Mick and the boys were so mad when they heard about Dean’s expressions that they didn’t stick around to sing the second song in the show, as scheduled.
Mick Jagger turned 65 this weekend (July 26) and under British law, that means he’s now considered a senior citizen! The two-time Grammy winner is now entitled to a free bus pass, discounted movie tickets and £87 a week from the state.
But he shows no signs of fading away any time soon. Here is he singing that classic, Not Fade Away, in 1964.
And for something a little more recent…
John Lennon, Keith Richards, Mitch Mitchell & Eric Clapton playing The Beatles, “Yer Blues”. Mick Jagger with the intro.
Words cannot express how much more I prefer this pairing to Ebony & Ivory by Paul McCartney & Little Stevie Wonder. Both are better than Sir Paul and Michael Jackson’s, Say Say Say.