I’ve begun reading Life, which is Keith Richard’s autobiography, and in the very first chapter he explains how, in 1975, the American government had declared the Rolling Stones to be “the most dangerous rock n’ roll band in the world”. And, man. What a cool thing to be.
And I mean, there’s also cocaine and dope and at one point he mentions that for years he would sleep two nights a week, tops, which made my sleep-troubled-inclined self super nervous on his behalf. I’m not sure I’d have what it takes to be part of the most dangerous rock n’ roll band in the world, given that it’s eleven p.m. and that I’ve just finished a herbal tea. But, still. A girl can dream.