Last night I dreampt that I was hanging out before some conference, waiting for things to get started with Keith Richards (yes, of the Rolling Stones). I think we were even going to share a hotel room. What I remember best is agreeing, very cordially, that we should have a fistfight but that before the conference wasn't good timing. We'd schedule it for later in the evening.
Reading "Can't be Satisfied: The Life and Times of Muddy Waters" is having a disproportionate impact on my moment-to-moment psychology, even in my sleep. It's a good book and interesting for far more than just the information about an important senior member of the blues and rock and roll pantheon. Particularly of note is that transition from life as a sharecropper, to life as a blues star. Talk about turning the world upside down.
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Somehow I imagine that is exactly how it would go if anyone had to share a hotel room with Richards.
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