
Now what can a poor boy do ‘cept wish a 70-year-old
rock ‘n’ renegade “happy birthday”?—and wonder how on earth he made it to this
age?
Well, you could read the interview from which the
above quote was taken. It still won’t help you fathom why Keith Richards didn’t die 25, even 45, years ago, from all his substance abuse, but it’ll renew your appreciation for his keen
creative intelligence, especially the studio smarts displayed in this interview.
If there ever was an annus horribilis, it was not, contrary to what Queen Elizabeth II
might believe, the year all her children had marital difficulties, but 1968, a
time of assassinations, a futile war, racial disturbances, and transatlantic
campus unrest. But it also produced masterly attempts to gauge the temper of
the times, such as this classic tune written by Mr. Richards and his composing
partner, Mr. Jagger.
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