I’m reading Life by one of my idols, Keith Richards -- a beautifully written account of not only Keith-ness, the true blue rock “n” roller, the pirate half of the Glimmer Twins, the innovator, the icon of sound and style, the coolest of the cool, and yet, as the song goes -- the absolute salt of the earth.
It’s witty, smart, ribald, hilarious, brutally honest, passionate, philosophical, romantic and filled with deeply felt discussions of music -- music he loves, music he learned from, the creation of his songs and riffs, how he pushed the boundaries and those who influenced him along the way -- from Chuck Berry to Muddy Waters to his greatly missed mate -- Gram Parsons.
And there’s a lot about heroin, Mick, those famous tours and outdoor venues (Altamont), "Wild Horses" (which I wrote about here), and then … Anita. And of course, much, much more. Keith is an original, a rare kind of bad boy: He’s actually a gentleman. Read it. If you’re not in love with him already, you’ll fall hard for the guy. I hope Keith lives forever.