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The Rolling Stones, minus Keith Richards, throw a party at the Duke Of York's Barracks, Chelsea, London, England, UK, Europe, to launch their new album, Emotional Rescue, in the UK.Full article:
Keith Richards (guitarist, Rolling Stones) : It was about the time of the album Emotional Rescue when it suddenly became him (Mick Jagger) and me. I don't understand how it got like that. Mick waited until he was three thousand miles away and just sent a telex, saying, "I'm not going on the road." I mean, he could have told me this, in person, two days earlier, before he flew away!
Mick is a weird mixture of people. He's still trying to live with 'em all. He's very, very possessive. When I was with Gram Parsons--Gram was special; if he was in a room, everybody else became sweet--I first noticed Mick's reaction to anybody who wanted to be a friend of mine. He was rude to Gram. It didn't matter whether he wanted to be Mick's friend; Mick's attitude was, "You can't have him."
Not that Mick and I ever hung out that much. One of the ways we've managed to work together for so long is that we have different tastes in the way we live, but we can always work together. I just wish Mick could find a few guys that he got along with. A friend, to me, is one of the blessings in life. And I don't agree with that saying "You can count your real friends on one hand." If that's so, then you ain't farming the right acres, because friends are everywhere.
My battles with Mick are on many levels. I understand the desperation of somebody like that, the insecurity that says, "Until I am sure of myself, I can't let anybody get too close, or I'll get really confused." It's hard going for that front-man gig like Mick does. It's hard being out front. You gotta be able to make it work; you gotta be able to actually believe you're semi-divine when you're out there, then come off stage and know that you ain't.
And that's the problem: Eventually, the reaction time gets slower. You still think you're semi-divine when you're in the limo and semi-divine at the hotel, until you're semi-divine for the whole goddamn tour. Mick happens to be an incredible entertainer. Without Mick, the Stones would never have gone anywhere.
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Mick is a weird mixture of people. He's still trying to live with 'em all. He's very, very possessive. When I was with Gram Parsons--Gram was special; if he was in a room, everybody else became sweet--I first noticed Mick's reaction to anybody who wanted to be a friend of mine. He was rude to Gram. It didn't matter whether he wanted to be Mick's friend; Mick's attitude was, "You can't have him."
Not that Mick and I ever hung out that much. One of the ways we've managed to work together for so long is that we have different tastes in the way we live, but we can always work together. I just wish Mick could find a few guys that he got along with. A friend, to me, is one of the blessings in life. And I don't agree with that saying "You can count your real friends on one hand." If that's so, then you ain't farming the right acres, because friends are everywhere.
My battles with Mick are on many levels. I understand the desperation of somebody like that, the insecurity that says, "Until I am sure of myself, I can't let anybody get too close, or I'll get really confused." It's hard going for that front-man gig like Mick does. It's hard being out front. You gotta be able to make it work; you gotta be able to actually believe you're semi-divine when you're out there, then come off stage and know that you ain't.
And that's the problem: Eventually, the reaction time gets slower. You still think you're semi-divine when you're in the limo and semi-divine at the hotel, until you're semi-divine for the whole goddamn tour. Mick happens to be an incredible entertainer. Without Mick, the Stones would never have gone anywhere.
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