Keith Richards: The Biography
Victor Bockris
Language: English
Pages: 409
ISBN: 0671700618
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
A biography of the lead guitarist for the Rolling Stones chronicles his impoverished boyhood in postwar England, his rise to fame and fortune, his heroin addiction, his marriages, his relationship with Jagger, and more. 50,000 first printing.
Keith of course did ‘Sure the One You Need,’ in which he had to quickly ad-lib for forgotten lyrics in the third verse. If you wanted to see 20,000 people go bananas all at once you should have been there as Keith sang ‘our rendition’ of ‘Before They Make Me Run.’ ” “Behind Wood, nearly at the epicenter of the stage, the renewed man who has always played with the Rolling Stones is writhing in the music, backwards, forwards, almost falling to his knees as if it were his blood and not paint
early days when you consider that the kind of theatricality which Mick uses is not really the kind of mannerism which you easily identify with the male role in the theater. It’s more of a kind of Marilyn Monroe thing. And, frankly, it was wildly embarrassing first time round with it. “Mick was very, very involved in what he was doing, but he realized that one of the very few ways of retaining your sanity when you’re that committed is with the ability to laugh at yourself. It’s an English
of jobs. He was already into living on his own and trying to find a pad for his old lady. Whereas Mick and I were still living at home. When we met Brian he was the only one around really interested in forming a band. Mick and I were just interested in playing.” Despite Jagger’s continued doubts about making music his profession and Stewart’s impression that Richards and Jagger “were a couple of Piccadilly panhandlers” and Jones was “a flake,” there was a chemical spark among them that kept
drove it with a lot of confidence. It boasted, he noted, Turkish embassy flags so that Keith would never get pulled over by the police. “On the way, Self recalled, ”we stopped at a cafe and Keith had egg and chips and sort of messed it up a bit and ate like somebody out of a William Burroughs novel, with dead-fish eyes and a sort of semismacking of the lips.” Another acquaintance recalled a drive with Keith through Paris: “He was incredible! He’d just bounce off everything. He just didn’t care.
thanks to Lisa Krug, Andrew Wylie, Miles, Stellan Holm, and Robert Dowling. For assistance in constructing and writing the book, thanks to Ann Patty, Steve Messina, and Lydia Buechler at Poseidon in New York, Paul Sidey and Ingrid von Essen at Random Century in London, and my collaborators Lisa Krug, Mim Udovitch, and Robert Dowling. For interviews with the author I am especially grateful for their generosity and enlightenment to Anita Pallenberg, Linda Porter (née Keith), Sheila Oldham, Terry