(Lord knows we all need a non-political distraction.)
They had known each other as little children, but had fallen out of touch.
But on this day in 1960 (if the man on the radio this morning is to be believed, and I've no particular reason to doubt him ) - 50 years ago, fourteen years prior to my birth - they reconnected.
London. Young Mick is on a bus. He's just acquired a couple of records from America - Howlin' Wolf and Chuck Berry, as I recall.
Young Keith gets on the bus, and spies this fellow with the records.
"Wow, nice to see you man, but where'd you get the records?!?"
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These are a few of my favorites that ultimately resulted from that meeting on the bus:
Keith's autobiography will be released tomorrow. I'm generally of the opinion that many (if not most) memoirs are self-indulgent garbage. But something tells me this one might be worth the read.
Get yer ya ya's out, y'all!