Is Keith Richards that bad?

by admin on September 2, 2011

Keith Richards Autobiography, part 3

 
    Well, as I have come to know Keith Richards, from what I am able to glean  
 out of his autobiography, Life, I must admit, I like the guy.

           I like his soulfulness the most, his loyalty to his band-mates, and his
 commitment to creating music that means something to him.  We can thank his
 love of American roots music for some of his decentness.  He is keen to be giving to
 the audience and is absorbed by this job.  I find not much to repeat about his
 monumental drug problems, nor  about his carousing with now once-famous celebrities.
I would be unnecessarily cruel to him if I were to comment on that nonsense.  The power of
fame is a hollow stupid sucker punch.  

     He is not a great prose writer, but, that is to be expected, because  he
 is foremost a songwriter.  He is  half musician and half poet-type.  He is comfotable
using short phrases and clauses that express what is on the top of his mind….  
"Economic language."  That is the way the book goes
 down, snippets, sort of, and the more I read, the more snippets there were.  
Great language in a book flows better than that, but it is not awful.

Rather than painting compassionate landscapes  to tell his tale,
which I feel is the best way to tell a story, he just mouths off.   There is, however,
value in people who do that,  i.e. people who are not glib but who are  feral
or who are visceral.   I find pomposity in the media even worse than Keith’s
ailment.   America’s media is really an ethical wreck.  Thankfully, Keith will have no part of that.

    He is a master at creating and recognizing great rhythmic grooves. He understands the emphasis on the two and four counts on the snare drum as being the essence of rock and roll rhythm

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             There are damn few autobiographies by famous musicians. I guess they
 choose to let their music do the talking. I have read scores of books about
 musicians but can only recall, "The Eye is on the Sparrow" by Ethel Waters,
that was actually written by the artist.  I might be corrected and will
 acquiesce to a more scholarly type’s survey.
     All that being said, the guy is not really a narcissist from what I can
see and that says a lot about a fellow who lives in a stupid business in a media stupid country.
 He  loves truth and grittiness.  His deepest nature is to be forthright and  kind. He
 likes to give the underdog a chance because he is an underdog.

     He, Mick and the other Stones listen very very carefully to American music.  They are
masters of it.  And furthermore, if they do a cover they are able to make a
 good song  much much better. That is no small feat. Time is On My Side is a classic example of taking a good song and making it great.

     He grew up poor in postwar England.  He is very tough.  Carries a gun,
 will physically defend himself, but basically just wants to have fun with his
blokes.  Not much of the small stuff  disturbs him. Remember that he was a
junkie.  Death lived on the other side of many a door.  That being said, I would get
a kick out of Keith in person.  The world is a much better place that he has been in it.
    27 years seems to be a common age for famous young musicians of rock and
 roll to die.   Because of Keith’s drug abuse he is lucky to be alive and not
serving jail time.  

      I do not give a free pass to very many multi-millionaires but Keith gets
one here.  I have met my share of famous musicians and some of them are
shallow and skewed well below the average person’s taste buds.

     Some of the things I get from Keith’s book is that he has absolutely
 confirmed to me his love for Jimmy Reed and other old blues and soul artists.  He became world famous and wealthy copying their “feel” and improving on it.  
    He was deeply effected as a child-survivor of WWII  Britain.  He is smart, much smarter than I thought he  was, honestly.  I was arrogant.  Some people simply are not good with linear ways in words and thoughts.  If you want to get what a rock and roller, not a folkie nor a Western World intellectual type, really thinks like, check out his biography.  The essence is in there.

    I could have skipped the many drug escapades in the book.

    He is much kinder too than I thought he was.

     I know good prose when I read it.  My favorite musician/book in memory is
 Song For My Fathers, a relatively obscure book.  Read that one.

All for now. Thanks for reading.
Roger and out

 Www.rogersalloom.com

—— End of Forwarded Message

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There is little Fred

by admin on August 19, 2011

at the railing of the steamer in 1919. WWI was finished and it was now safe to
cross the Atlantic.  The  immigrant boy is fleeing with his
 mother from the Old Country where she had to sleep with a gun to protect
 them.  Little Freddy grows up, works in intelligence gathering WWII for the US Navy, has a
Life-long career with the Federal Aviation Administration during which he is asked
to run all of the technical aspects of one of America’s most important airports,
John Foster Dulles in Washington, DC, a promotion he declined because of the pressure of too
many  foreign dignitaries and statesmen coming and going.

    Now he is still our little boy staring up at the statue of Liberty
crying.
                                °°°°
 The two of them traveled north by train from Ellis Island up to Worcester.
 They went to Grafton Hill where Fred’s dad was waiting for them.

   His father’s first job was not much.  He could not speak English  and
had no wealthy connections in Worcester to help. None of his friends nor
family had money.  Gido had to make it on his own
     Eventually he was hired by a man to become a  door-to-door peddler.
  His first assignment was to travel by foot from Worcester to Millbury, Massachusetts everyday.
That is no easy walk to work, 7 miles.
 Once there he could then start to work. A penny was money then.
He was to knock on doors to sell his pins, needles, thread, and handkerchiefs
in his beat-up suitcase.
   By the way, my grandfather was not a debonair, sweet-talking type, he was short and quiet.
       At the very very first house, the lady  opened the door, maybe did
not understand what my grandfather was saying, but, whether she did or did
not, he had no idea at all what or how to say much to her. It was as if he was a deaf mute.
  She told him she did not want any of his dry goods and closed the front door. "Go
away."  However, probably because he did not understand her or he was driven
by desperation, he knocked again. She told him to go away a second
time and again slammed the door.  He  knocked a third time. This time, the man of
the house came to the door and punched my Gido in the face.
He stumbled over to a horse trough to rinse off his head. The
  man yelled at him to get his head out of the
trough. "That water is for the horses, not you!”

    My family would retell this story with humor and a renewed sense of determination
to work hard.   We knew we were not lower than horses.
    Despite The Punch, my grandfather stayed in the clothing business his whole life.
Should one should start off their careers with a punch in the face? Maybe.

 Little Freddy had his own struggles and we will hear about those with the
next post.

    I heard about a  comprehensive sociological survey which showed that new first generation immigrants  in America nearly never need psychotherapeutic services.

    “Well, Roger, your time is up.”



Fred is smiling ever so slightly…kind of a Mona Lisa smile.

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The baby is Fred’s younger brother, Philip.  

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