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The long-awaited autobiography of the guitarist, songwriter, singer, and founding member of the Rolling Stones. Ladies and gentlemen: Keith Richards.
With The Rolling Stones, Keith Richards created the songs that roused the world, and he lived the original rock and roll life. Now, at last, the man himself tells his story of life in the crossfire hurricane. Listening obsessively to Chuck Berry and Muddy Waters records, learning guitar and forming a band with Mick Jagger and Brian Jones. The Rolling Stones's first fame and the notorious drug busts that led to his enduring image as an outlaw folk hero. Creating immortal riffs like the ones in "Jumping Jack Flash" and "Honky Tonk Women." His relationship with Anita Pallenberg and the death of Brian Jones. Tax exile in France, wildfire tours of the U.S., isolation and addiction. Falling in love with Patti Hansen. Estrangement from Jagger and subsequent reconciliation. Marriage, family, solo albums and Xpensive Winos, and the road that goes on forever.
With his trademark disarming honesty, Keith Richard brings us the story of a life we have all longed to know more of, unfettered, fearless, and true.
Mediterranean when it’s smooth is a quick ride. The summer of ’71 was one of those Mediterranean summers where every day was perfect. You hardly needed to know any navigation; you’d just follow the coastline. I never had charts. Anita refused ever to board this boat on the grounds of my lack of familiarity with the submerged rocks. She would wait and watch for the distress flares as we ran out of petrol. I just figured if they could get an aircraft carrier into the damn bay, I should be able to
I can get up and take a drink, but Ronnie’s breakfast used to be a White Cloud tequila and water. If you gave him real cocaine he didn’t like it, because what he’d been taking was speed. Except he paid cocaine prices for it. And you’d try and drill it into his head: you’re not taking coke, you’re taking speed. You’ve just been sold speed at cocaine prices. At the same time, it’s not as if he was discouraged from these habits in his new job. There was one memorable initiation of Ronnie just
Leavell’s the man. Maybe when he said that, he knew he was ill. He also said, “Don’t forget that Johnnie Johnson is alive and well and still playing in Saint Louis.” And it was all in the same year. Maybe a doctor had told him, you’ve got so long to go. Dirty Work came out in early 1986, and I badly wanted to tour with it. So, of course, did the other band members, who wanted to work. But Mick sent us a letter saying he wouldn’t tour. He wanted to get on with his solo career. Soon after the
could have played with all these other cats, and actually we were third in line for this setup. Mick and I were brought in as maybes, tryouts. These cats were playing clubs with Alexis Korner; they knew shit. We were brand-new in town in those terms. And I realized that Stu had to make up his mind whether he was going to go for these real traditional folk blues players. Because by then I’d played some hot boogie-woogie and some Chuck Berry. My equipment had worked. And by the end of the evening I
limited edition of eighty-seven. It was named in honor of Lena Horne—I sent her a picture of it. Having this car was already heading for trouble, breaking the rules of the establishment, driving a car I was definitely not born into. Blue Lena had carried us on many an acid-fueled journey. Modifications included a secret compartment in the frame for the concealing of illegal substances. It had a huge bonnet, and to turn it you really had to swing it about. Blue Lena required some art and knowledge