In almost stark contrast to “is nothing scared” the fellow who joked he snorted his father’s ashes mixed with “blow” and many have joked would be the only survivor besides cock roaches in the event of a nuclear holocaust, Keith Richards announced his has gone on the wagon. No he’s not being towed by “Wild Horses,” cruising in a “Black Limousine,” nor riding a “Silver Train,” ol’ Keef is off the sauce, tea totaling, desert-dry.
Always the personification of the worst excesses of the rock ‘n roll lifestyle, back in the late 70’s after a heroin bust in Toronto, his career and the tenure of the Rolling Stones as the world’s greatest rock ‘n roll band appeared to be over. He kicked the smack, but the other vices apparently remained in tact for decades. However, when Richards accounts for his home life, his exploits are much more down-to-earth than most of his fans would ever imagine including listening to Mozart in the morning and at times wondering what kind of crap his kids are listening to.
For a more complete accounting of Keith’s great spiritual leap, consult the following story from The London Guardian.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/music/musicblog/2010/jan/26/sober-keith-richards
We wish Keith Richards well and hope to be hearing the strums of Micawber, he trusty old worn Fender Telecaster in the near future.
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