Keith

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I saw a funny photo of Keith Richards a couple of weeks ago. It was tied to an impassioned plea that said:

"We need to take care of our planet for Keith Richards' future."

A lot of folks believe that Keith and cockroaches are all that will remain after the big bomb hits.

Well...he has had a colorful life.

And he really should have gone the way of a lot of rock stars who didn't exactly pay attention to their blood pressure levels or cholesterol counts.

Yet, Keith is still kicking.

And he's coming to Buffalo in July...and it's confirmed!

I'm going to see him play those great riffs.

(If he hangs on until then!)

I remember when Richards was arrested back in the late 70's as he tried to enter the country. He was busted with carrying pot. There was a real concern that he might never be allowed back in.

There were rumors that he has his blood changed out on a regular schedule.

(Not true).

There were rumors that he snorted his father's ashes.

(Also not true).

Keith hasn't done drugs in a long time...regularly.

He still smokes and drinks Jack Daniels, I hear.

Yet, Keith is an almost mythical figure, right?

It's funny, but I went online to look at the Stones tickets.

Just for fun I clicked on the available seats.

I was awarded with a pair of seats that were in the lower level - closest section to the stage - 27 rows back.

"Damn!"

I had some reward points. I could save a lot of money off of the really high price.

But the prices aren't just high...they are really high...like Keith in the 60's high!!!

I thought of the hours and hours of Stones music I'd listened to.

I considered all of Keith's riffs and running home with the new CD's as soon as their music came out.

I'd seen them live twice.

I let the tickets pass.

I checked in on my beautiful wife.

"They had seats 27 rows back," I said. "I didn't get them even though I don't have to pay the full price."

"Why not?"

"It's a lot of money."

"You don't buy yourself anything...ever...go if you want."

Yet I had let the tickets go.

I logged back in.

The tickets were still there.

I thought of Keith playing the guitar in the middle of Just My Imagination..a song that I listened to a hundred thousand times with my college buddy Rosie as he pretended to strut like Mick.

I clicked 'Yes.'

Damn!

I'm going to see the Stones!

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