Life — the new autobiography by Keith Richards — is long on sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll, and short on the now-relatively long part of his life he’s lived in Weston.
If you didn’t know better, you’d think the Rolling Stone never gathered any moss in these parts.
One brief anecdote, though, touches on both Weston and Westport.
Have you seen this man around here?
Describing a deadline remix of tapes for the song “Thief in the Night,” Richards writes they were rushed by speedboat from Port Jefferson to Westport, “the nearest harbor to my house on the Connecticut coast.
“We did this at midnight, under a very nice moon, roaring across the Long Island Sound, successfully avoiding the lobster pots with a swerve here and a shout there.”
That’s a bit more Gatsbyesque than some of his other writing, such as “I can’t get no satisfaction.”
But the passage got me thinking: For someone who’s lived around here so long, I haven’t seen much of Keith Richards.
There was the time he strolled onstage — unannounced — at a Levitt Pavilion benefit concert. “I’ve always wanted to play with Willie Nelson,” he said — and then he did.
He drove past the Staples boys soccer car wash last fall. Our players tried to get him to come in, but he declined. We can’t always get what we want.
And I’ve seen him twice at CVS. I will refrain from making any snarky remarks about what he was doing in a “drug store.”
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I know. It’s only rock ‘n’ roll. But I like it.
