Sunday, April 3, 2011
Life
I love Keith Richards. The man is basically a walking pickle, at this point. But that pickle has some great stories! I skipped some of the in-depth descriptions of chord progressions and musical arrangements - get to the scandals, Keef! Even the scandals were kind of sweet sounding when described in Keith's "aw shucks, I guess there was some heroin involved but man no one got hurt and, you know, it was the 70s, man" way.
4 bottles of Jack Daniels out of 5 - chased with a line of coke.
Labels:
autobiography,
drugs,
musicians,
non-fiction,
pickles,
rock and roll,
sex
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