RIP snorter 4/4/2007
Keef wasn’t exaggerating when he said his old man got up his nose.
ROLLING Stones guitarist Keith Richards once mixed his father’s ashes into a line of cocaine he snorted, he told British music magazine NME.
“He was cremated and I couldn’t resist grinding him up with a little bit of blow,” he said, quoted in the music weekly’s latest issue.
“My dad wouldn’t have cared, he didn’t give a sh–.”
In further guitar-playing outlaw news, one of my heroes has embraced some summary justice.
Arrest warrants have been issued for country music veteran Billy Joe Shaver who apparently shot and wounded a man outside a Texas bar Saturday night (3/31).
Shaver attempted to surrender to Austin police Monday (4/2), but was not arrested because authorities in that city did not have a record of the warrants, Shaver’s attorney, Joseph Turner, told the Associated Press.
Shaver was leaving Papa Joe’s Texas Saloon in Lorena, about 80 miles north of Austin, when a drunk stranger with a knife followed him into the parking lot, Turner said, adding that Shaver shot the man in self defense. The bullet hit the man in the cheek, but he was talking and alert afterwards, police told AP. He was hospitalized.
Cripes, I followed Billy Joe into a carpark a few years ago, although he was recovering from heart surgery and not in any condition to fire shots in anger. I was giving him a hand to cart his gear back to the tour bus after he and Kinky Friedman put on a show at the Bell Part Sports Club on the outskirts of Geelong. To my everlasting shame I caused the show to be half-an-hour late. The promoter had called for directions and I’d mistakenly directed them to the Bell Park Football Club, a good three kilometres away. By the time I realised my blunder they were on the bus and out of mobile range.
Kinky was graciously forgiving and most thankful for a pint of Guinness I rustled up for him on arrival.
No comments have been added to this post yet.