Jagger, drunk, once telephoned Charlie Watts’s hotel room at 5am and demanded to speak to “my drummer”. Watts rose from bed, meticulously showered and shaved, dressed himself in a three-piece suit, then took the lift downstairs and decked Jagger for impertinence.
Hurrah for Charlie Watts!
April 29th, 2012 · 2 Comments
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1 Flatcap Army // Apr 29, 2012 at 9:49 am
Allegedly with the words “I’m not your fucking drummer, you’re my fucking singer”
2 Paddy Pantsdown // Apr 29, 2012 at 6:05 pm
Also the only Rolling Stone who doesn’t dye his hair.
(See also Robert Redford)
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