Keith Richards 1969

Keith Richards 1969

I’ve only begun reading ‘Life,’ Keith’s autobiography / memoir, and have to admit that I was enthralled from the first chapter. I also have to admit to being enamored with the music of the Rolling Stones for many years. My fascination started when I was only eight years old, and seems to have resurfaced with a vengeance over the last year. I found this noteworthy review in the NY Times.

A Writing Stone: Chapter and Verse

It also happens to be that I somewhat recently acquired the ‘Ladies and Gentleman, The Rolling Stones’ DVD, and own Bill Wyman‘s wonderful coffee table book, ‘Rolling with The Stones,’ also a good read but, with fantastic photos. I can hardly wait to open the book back up (‘Life’ that is). Something that struck me today, as I reflected on Keith’s recollection of how he, Mick and Brian Jones would dissect the sounds of their records. While I’m younger than The Stones, it was a truly beautiful time when musicians could obsess over the sounds of recordings–every note and every mistake, with fewer man made distractions in life, a beautiful time that may have lead to some of the greatest pop music we’ll ever know.