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Again I wanted to update this a few times in the past week, sadly I didn't get the time to work on much.... But I have like a million ideas for future chapters, so expect a whole bunch of updates when I finally finished this term.
Somebody got me some special edition Rolling Stone magazine about the Stones (and well one about Bob Dylan too) and there were a bunch of interviews in it. I read this one an eternity ago and well wrote out some quotes for my idk notes? Ehh... yeah I have an long af word document with all kind of quotes about Brian. It started out as research, now I'm no longer sure as what it should be labeled.
Anyway, the whole interview is long af and can be easily found if you just look up 'Keith Richards Rolling Stone' interview. I only focused on the bits with Brian, which is still a lot, but it is quite interesting to read. Well I cut it in 3 parts anyway, which makes it a bit easier to read.
Oh well Anita added some comments as well.
The Interview is from August 1971
The first part talks about the History of the Stones, the second part talks more about Brian's death and well the last part is a bit of a conclusion to it I think.
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Suddenly in '62, just when we were getting together, we read this little thing about a rhythm and blues club starting in Ealing. Everybody must have been trying to get one together. "Let's go up to this place and find out what's happening." There was this amazing old cat playing harp . . . Cyril Davies. Where did he come from? He turned out to be a panel beater from North London. He was a great cat, Cyril. He didn't last long. I only knew him for about two years and he died.
Alexis Korner really got this scene together. He'd been playin' in jazz clubs for ages and he knew all the connections for gigs. So we went up there. The first or the second time Mick and I were sittin' there Alexis Korner gets up and says, "We got a guest to play some guitar. He comes from Cheltenham. All the way up from Cheltenham just to play for ya."
Suddenly, it's Elmore James, this cat, man. And it's Brian, man, he sittin' on his little . . . he's bent over . . . da-da-da, da-da-da . . . I said, what? What the fuck? Playing bar slide guitar.
We get into Brian after he finishes "Dust My Blues." He's really fantastic and a gas. We speak to Brian. He'd been doin' the same as we'd been doin' . . . thinkin' he was the only cat in the world who was doin' it. We started to turn Brian on to some Jimmy Reed things, Chicago blues that he hadn't heard. He was more into T-Bone Walker and jazz-blues stuff. We'd turn him on to Chuck Berry and say, "Look, it's all the same shit, man, and you can do it." But Brian was also much more together. He was in the process of getting a band together and moving up to London with one of his many women and children. God knows how many he had. He sure left his mark, that cat. I know of five kids, at least. All by different chicks, and they all look like Brian.