Rolling Stone Keith Richards has branded bandmate Sir Mick Jagger a "power freak", slated the Led Zeppelin reunion and expressed regret over his past excesses.
The music legend - who famously claimed to have snorted his father's ashes but later denied it - is now something of an anti-drugs crusader.
Asked what message he would send to his younger self, Richards told Uncut magazine: "I'd have said 'Lay off the dope.' That's my advice now to all younger members who are into this sort of thing - oh, give it up, it ain't really worth it. I know the fascination, but it ain't worth it, pal."
27th February 2008 02:25 PM
nankerphelge
Oh no...
Let's hope this is not the start of another Jagger/Richards in-the-press squabble.
Hi moy!
27th February 2008 06:08 PM
glencar
Hasn't Mick's power ego always been common knowledge?
27th February 2008 06:18 PM
Mikey
quote:glencar wrote:
Hasn't Mick's power ego always been common knowledge?
seriously....what's next, Keith says Charile is "a good drummer"?
27th February 2008 06:46 PM
rollmops
So keith is not impress by Mick showmanship anymore? Keith is really going extreme with his criticism of Mick. Up to now, he has always praised Mick's skills at performing on stage. If he doesn't care about it anymore, what the fuck????
I don't understand what's going on!!!
Mops
27th February 2008 07:32 PM
Mel Belli
"Slated" the Led Zeppelin reunion? What does that mean?
27th February 2008 07:39 PM
Poison Dart
quote:Mel Belli wrote:
"Slated" the Led Zeppelin reunion? What does that mean?
It think it means he belittled it.
Although, this is Keith so who the hell knows what he means?
[Edited by Poison Dart]
27th February 2008 07:43 PM
Mel Belli
quote:Poison Dart wrote:
It think it means scheduled it. Thus, he will be in attendance.
Although, this is Keith so who the hell knows what he means?
Sounded to me like a reference to the reunion that already happened. Did Keith "slag" the reunion? That sounds more like him.
27th February 2008 07:44 PM
Poison Dart
I actually just read the entire interview. Keith was being Keith.
When asked about the LZ reunion. He asked what reunion? and then went on to say "Well done Jimmy and Robert now fuck off. Stairway to Heaven don't do it for me, baby"
[Edited by Poison Dart]
27th February 2008 07:48 PM
Mel Belli
Yes, I just found it on AFP. Oh, dear. Stay classy, Keith.
In the interview, he also belittled Led Zeppelin's December one-off reunion gig, telling Uncut: "They had one? Well, well done Jimmy (Page) and Robert (Plant). F**k off. Stairway To Heaven don't make it for me, baby."
[Edited by Mel Belli]
27th February 2008 07:56 PM
Left Shoe Shuffle
Jagger was unavailable for comment.
He's tending to his back, which is sore from carrying Keith for the last couple of tours...
27th February 2008 07:58 PM
Mel Belli
quote:Left Shoe Shuffle wrote:
Jagger was unavailable for comment.
He's tending to his back, which is sore from carrying Keith for the last couple of tours...
Rolling Stone Keith Richards has branded bandmate Sir Mick Jagger a "power freak", slated the Led Zeppelin reunion and expressed regret over his past excesses.
The music legend - who famously claimed to have snorted his father's ashes but later denied it - is now something of an anti-drugs crusader.
Asked what message he would send to his younger self, Richards told Uncut magazine: "I'd have said 'Lay off the dope.' That's my advice now to all younger members who are into this sort of thing - oh, give it up, it ain't really worth it. I know the fascination, but it ain't worth it, pal."
In the wide-ranging interview, Richards, 64, spoke about his relationship with Sir Mick, the band's energetic frontman.
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He said: "Mick's a maniac. He can't get up in the morning without knowing immediately who he's going to call.
"Meanwhile, I just go 'Thank God I'm awake' and wait for three or four hours before I do anything. He is a power freak and there's nothing we can do about it."
The star was speaking from his home in the Turks and Caicos Islands to promote Shine A Light, Martin Scorsese's documentary about the Stones.
Asked about Sir Mick's on-stage presence, Richards retorted: "Excuse me while I laugh. He's a bit vain, let's put it like that."
But he added: "We want a vain bloke up there, don't we? Meanwhile, the band can go to work. Vanity will not carry a band. But a band can carry vanity."
And he said of the recent Led Zeppelin reunion: "They had one? Well, well done Jimmy and Robert. Stairway To Heaven don't make it for me, baby."
27th February 2008 08:22 PM
*ginda
quote:Left Shoe Shuffle wrote:
Jagger was unavailable for comment.
He's tending to his back, which is sore from carrying Keith for the last couple of tours...
AMEN! Keith's jealousy has always been obvious.
27th February 2008 08:30 PM
pdog
quote:Left Shoe Shuffle wrote:
Jagger was unavailable for comment.
He's tending to his back, which is sore from carrying Keith for the last couple of tours...
Thank god for Ronnie... Let's not forget his ability to keep the band going, and more recently dropping his wave for actual playing...
For the record, Ronnie was loaded and not playing b/c they didn't want him outshining Keith, and then Ronnie just stayed high. Truth be told, Ronnie is a good as Keith technically, and when it comes to certain things way better... Keith's ego can't stand being number two, but when booze and arthritis took over, someone told Ronnie to drink less and play more.
Keith needs a glass of STFU. Homeboy is losing his marbles...
27th February 2008 08:35 PM
StonesChick
quote:Left Shoe Shuffle wrote:
Jagger was unavailable for comment.
He's tending to his back, which is sore from carrying Keith for the last couple of tours...
lol...that's funny and so true
Is Mick more vain than Keith..I don't think so. It isn't Mick's vanity that's been carrying the band. It's his songwriting that has kept them going.
27th February 2008 08:36 PM
StonesChick
quote:*ginda wrote:
AMEN! Keith's jealousy has always been obvious.
Yes, and his insecurities.
Wasn't Keith taught that if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all?
27th February 2008 08:37 PM
TampabayStone
quote:StonesChick wrote:
lol...that's funny and so true
Is Mick more vain than Keith..I don't think so. It isn't Mick's vanity that's been carrying the band. It's his songwriting that has kept them going.
TAlk is Cheap--best Stones album since Tattoo You and there after!!!!
quote:StonesChick wrote:
lol...that's funny and so true
Is Mick more vain than Keith..I don't think so. It isn't Mick's vanity that's been carrying the band. It's his songwriting that has kept them going.
quote:StonesChick wrote:
Yes, and his insecurities.
Wasn't Keith taught that if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all?
[Edited by The jinn, my friend.]
27th February 2008 08:55 PM
Bob Tamp
Dare I say, but in my opinion Keith has become more of an egomaniac, and prima donna than Jagger in the last decade.
Bitch about the Mickster all you want, but without him the Stones would not be rolling at all.
oh, by the way... I do love Keith
27th February 2008 09:04 PM
The jinn, my friend.
Mikeke DOES write really good jingles.........
27th February 2008 09:10 PM
TampabayStone
quote:The jinn, my friend. wrote:
Mikeke DOES write really good jingles.........
27th February 2008 09:13 PM
The jinn, my friend.
A Literary Nightmare
By Samuel Clemens'
Will the reader please to cast his eye over the following lines, and see if he can discover anything harmful in them?
Conductor, when you receive a fare,
Punch in the presence of the passenjare!
A blue trip slip for an eight-cent fare,
A buff trip slip for a six-cent fare,
A pink trip slip for a three-cent fare,
Punch in the presence of the passenjare!
CHORUS
Punch, brothers! punch with care!
Punch in the presence of the passenjare!
I came across these jingling rhymes in a newspaper, a little while ago,
and read them a couple of times. They took instant and entire possession
of me. All through breakfast they went waltzing through my brain; and
when, at last, I rolled up my napkin, I could not tell whether I had
eaten anything or not. I had carefully laid out my day's work the day
before--thrilling tragedy in the novel which I am writing. I went to my
den to begin my deed of blood. I took up my pen, but all I could get it
to say was, "Punch in the presence of the passenjare." I fought hard for
an hour, but it was useless. My head kept humming, "A blue trip slip for
an eight-cent fare, a buff trip slip for a six-cent fare," and so on and
so on, without peace or respite. The day's work was ruined--I could see
that plainly enough. I gave up and drifted down-town, and presently
discovered that my feet were keeping time to that relentless jingle.
When I could stand it no longer I altered my step. But it did no good;
those rhymes accommodated themselves to the new step and went on
harassing me just as before. I returned home, and suffered all the
afternoon; suffered all through an unconscious and unrefreshing dinner;
suffered, and cried, and jingled all through the evening; went to bed and
rolled, tossed, and jingled right along, the same as ever; got up at
midnight frantic, and tried to read; but there was nothing visible upon
the whirling page except "Punch! punch in the presence of the
passenjare." By sunrise I was out of my mind, and everybody marveled and
was distressed at the idiotic burden of my ravings--"Punch! oh, punch!
punch in the presence of the passenjare!"
Two days later, on Saturday morning, I arose, a tottering wreck, and went
forth to fulfil an engagement with a valued friend, the Rev. Mr.------,
to walk to the Talcott Tower, ten miles distant. He stared at me, but
asked no questions. We started. Mr.------ talked, talked, talked as is
his wont. I said nothing; I heard nothing. At the end of a mile,
Mr.------ said "Mark, are you sick? I never saw a man look so haggard
and worn and absent-minded. Say something, do!"
Drearily, without enthusiasm, I said: "Punch brothers, punch with care!
Punch in the presence of the passenjare!"
My friend eyed me blankly, looked perplexed, they said:
"I do not think I get your drift, Mark. Then does not seem to be any
relevancy in what you have said, certainly nothing sad; and yet--maybe it
was the way you said the words--I never heard anything that sounded so
pathetic. What is--"
But I heard no more. I was already far away with my pitiless,
heartbreaking "blue trip slip for an eight-cent fare, buff trip slip for
a six-cent fare, pink trip slip for a three-cent fare; punch in the
presence of the passenjare." I do not know what occurred during the
other nine miles. However, all of a sudden Mr.------ laid his hand on my
shoulder and shouted:
"Oh, wake up! wake up! wake up! Don't sleep all day! Here we are at
the Tower, man! I have talked myself deaf and dumb and blind, and never
got a response. Just look at this magnificent autumn landscape! Look at
it! look at it! Feast your eye on it! You have traveled; you have seen
boaster landscapes elsewhere. Come, now, deliver an honest opinion.
What do you say to this?"
I sighed wearily; and murmured:
"A buff trip slip for a six-cent fare, a pink trip slip for a three-cent
fare, punch in the presence of the passenjare."
Rev. Mr. ------ stood there, very grave, full of concern, apparently, and
looked long at me; then he said:
"Mark, there is something about this that I cannot understand. Those are
about the same words you said before; there does not seem to be anything
in them, and yet they nearly break my heart when you say them. Punch in
the--how is it they go?"
I began at the beginning and repeated all the lines.
My friend's face lighted with interest. He said:
"Why, what a captivating jingle it is! It is almost music. It flows
along so nicely. I have nearly caught the rhymes myself. Say them over
just once more, and then I'll have them, sure."
I said them over. Then Mr. ------ said them. He made one little
mistake, which I corrected. The next time and the next he got them
right. Now a great burden seemed to tumble from my shoulders. That
torturing jingle departed out of my brain, and a grateful sense of rest
and peace descended upon me. I was light-hearted enough to sing; and I
did sing for half an hour, straight along, as we went jogging homeward.
Then my freed tongue found blessed speech again, and the pent talk of
many a weary hour began to gush and flow. It flowed on and on, joyously,
jubilantly, until the fountain was empty and dry. As I wrung my friend's
hand at parting, I said:
"Haven't we had a royal good time! But now I remember, you haven't said
a word for two hours. Come, come, out with something!"
The Rev. Mr.------ turned a lack-luster eye upon me, drew a deep sigh,
and said, without animation, without apparent consciousness:
"Punch, brothers, punch with care! Punch in the presence of the
passenjare!"
A pang shot through me as I said to myself, "Poor fellow, poor fellow!
he has got it, now."
I did not see Mr.------ for two or three days after that. Then, on
Tuesday evening, he staggered into my presence and sank dejectedly into a
seat. He was pale, worn; he was a wreck. He lifted his faded eyes to my
face and said:
"Ah, Mark, it was a ruinous investment that I made in those heartless
rhymes. They have ridden me like a nightmare, day and night, hour after
hour, to this very moment. Since I saw you I have suffered the torments
of the lost. Saturday evening I had a sudden call, by telegraph, and
took the night train for Boston. The occasion was the death of a valued
old friend who had requested that I should preach his funeral sermon.
I took my seat in the cars and set myself to framing the discourse. But
I never got beyond the opening paragraph; for then the train started and
the car-wheels began their 'clack, clack-clack-clack-clack! clack-clack!
--clack-clack-clack!' and right away those odious rhymes fitted
themselves to that accompaniment. For an hour I sat there and set a
syllable of those rhymes to every separate and distinct clack the
car-wheels made. Why, I was as fagged out, then, as if I had been
chopping wood all day. My skull was splitting with headache. It seemed
to me that I must go mad if I sat there any longer; so I undressed and
went to bed. I stretched myself out in my berth, and--well, you know
what the result was. The thing went right along, just the same.
'Clack-clack clack, a blue trip slip, clack-clack-clack, for an eight
cent fare; clack-clack-clack, a buff trip slip, clack clack-clack, for a
six-cent fare, and so on, and so on, and so on punch in the presence of
the passenjare!' Sleep? Not a single wink! I was almost a lunatic when
I got to Boston. Don't ask me about the funeral. I did the best I
could, but every solemn individual sentence was meshed and tangled and
woven in and out with 'Punch, brothers, punch with care, punch in the
presence of the passenjare.' And the most distressing thing was that my
delivery dropped into the undulating rhythm of those pulsing rhymes, and
I could actually catch absent-minded people nodding time to the swing of
it with their stupid heads. And, Mark, you may believe it or not, but
before I got through the entire assemblage were placidly bobbing their
heads in solemn unison, mourners, undertaker, and all. The moment I had
finished, I fled to the anteroom in a state bordering on frenzy. Of
course it would be my luck to find a sorrowing and aged maiden aunt of
the deceased there, who had arrived from Springfield too late to get into
the church. She began to sob, and said:
"'Oh, oh, he is gone, he is gone, and I didn't see him before he died!'
"'Yes!' I said, 'he is gone, he is gone, he is gone--oh, will this
suffering never cease!'
"'You loved him, then! Oh, you too loved him!'
"'Loved him! Loved who?'
"'Why, my poor George! my poor nephew!'
"'Oh--him! Yes--oh, yes, yes. Certainly--certainly. Punch--punch--oh,
this misery will kill me!'
"'Bless you! bless you, sir, for these sweet words! I, too, suffer in
this dear loss. Were you present during his last moments?'
"'Yes. I--whose last moments?'
"'His. The dear departed's.'
"'Yes! Oh, yes--yes--yes! I suppose so, I think so, I don't know! Oh,
certainly--I was there I was there!'
"'Oh, what a privilege! what a precious privilege! And his last words-
-oh, tell me, tell me his last words! What did he say?'
"'He said--he said--oh, my head, my head, my head! He said--he said--he
never said anything but Punch, punch, punch in the presence of the
passenjare! Oh, leave me, madam! In the name of all that is generous,
leave me to my madness, my misery, my despair!--a buff trip slip for a
six-cent fare, a pink trip slip for a three-cent fare--endu--rance can no
fur--ther go!--PUNCH in the presence of the passenjare!"
My friend's hopeless eyes rested upon mine a pregnant minute, and then he
said impressively:
"Mark, you do not say anything. You do not offer me any hope. But, ah
me, it is just as well--it is just as well. You could not do me any
good. The time has long gone by when words could comfort me. Something
tells me that my tongue is doomed to wag forever to the jigger of that
remorseless jingle. There--there it is coming on me again: a blue trip
slip for an eight-cent fare, a buff trip slip for a--"
Thus murmuring faint and fainter, my friend sank into a peaceful trance
and forgot his sufferings in a blessed respite.
How did I finally save him from an asylum? I took him to a neighboring
university and made him discharge the burden of his persecuting rhymes
into the eager ears of the poor, unthinking students. How is it with
them, now? The result is too sad to tell. Why did I write this article?
It was for a worthy, even a noble, purpose. It was to warn you, reader,
if you should came across those merciless rhymes, to avoid them--avoid
them as you would a pestilence.
_________
-THE END-
27th February 2008 09:21 PM
Left Shoe Shuffle
quote:The jinn, my friend. wrote:
-THE END-
If only...
27th February 2008 09:56 PM
somebody
My opinion? Keith tells the truth. He isn't losing his marbles, it must be difficult dealing with egomaniac, I know, cuz I do it every day its how I earn my living.
27th February 2008 10:20 PM
TampabayStone
quote:somebody wrote:
it must be difficult dealing with egomaniac, I know, cuz I do it every day its how I earn my living.
Bill's gots to nose????!
27th February 2008 10:23 PM
robpop
quote:TampabayStone wrote:
Bill's gots to nose????!
Cough it up. It might be mine.
27th February 2008 10:26 PM
Mr.D
quote:Poison Dart wrote:
When asked about the LZ reunion. He asked what reunion? and then went on to say "Well done Jimmy and Robert now fuck off. Stairway to Heaven don't do it for me, baby"
My sentiments exactly Keith! Also as far as this whole thing goes i think its just keith being keith, as in tryin to keep the stones name in the papers,i think they have a movie out atm, lol, its just keith stirring some shit so people will look, its not malicious at all, a lot of people do it for newspaper attention, keith just does it well
