Anyways the guy on the station, he is called Mick Jagger and all the chicks and the boys meet every Saturday morning in the ‘Carousel’ some juke-joint well one morning in Jan I was walking past and decided to look him up. Everybody’s all over me I get invited to about 10 parties. Beside that Mick is the greatest R&B singer this side of the Atlantic and I don’t mean maybe. I play guitar (electric) Chuck style we got us a bass player and drummer and rhythm-guitar and we practice 2 or 3 nights a week. SWINGIN’.
Of course they’re all rolling in money and in massive detached houses, crazy, one’s even got a butler. I went round there with Mick (in the car of course Mick’s not mine of course) OH BOY ENGLISH IS IMPOSSIBLE.
"Can I get you anything, sir?"
"Vodka and lime, please"
I really felt like a lord, nearly asked for my coronet when I left.
Oh for Chrissakes this is fantastic.
Keith Richards was hilarious even at 18.
I miss this kind of conversational writing — you see it in letters from ages ago all the time, and now it’s so easy to go back and delete words, even whole passages in emails and Word docs and rephrase to be just right. You never get this kind of stream-of-consciousness stuff any more. Too bad, really.