The extraordinary thing about rock’n’roll is its longevity.
The extraordinary thing about rock’n’roll is its longevity. When the Rolling Stones started out in the early Sixties, they can hardly have imagined that they would be doing much the same thing, though on a far larger scale, almost half a century later.
If you’re Keith Richards, of course, you are also astonished that you have survived at all. His new autobiography, Life, deserves the plaudits it has received. The honesty, the humour and the man’s passionate love of the music come shining through on almost every page, while his attacks on the vanity and controlling instincts of Mick Jagger often made me laugh out loud.
Casually to let slip that the leering rock’n’roll sex god and serial philanderer has a ‘tiny todger’ is devastating but I also loved the more laconic quips.
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