Mr. Rock and Roll’s Neighborhood

I’ve always admired Keith Richards. He was the first guy to really turn me on to rock and roll. He introduced me to Chuck Berry and Chess Records (you do understand that I do not unfortunately mean literally) and the countrified sounds of Gram Parsons. The guy is no doubt as “elegantly wasted” as they come (with another of my influences Hunter S. Thompson coming in a close second) but the man knows his rock and roll (and blues, and reggae). It was nice to read the article Sympathy for the Vicar to see another side of the “Human Riff” just to show you that rock and roll rebels don’t always burn up or fade away, sometimes they just mumble affably off into the backyard of their moated English country houses, caring only for their mums, Shepard’s pie and the next perfect riff.