I bet you’ll die with a smile on your face and I wish I could see it.
But I know I’ll die first, because seeing what you’ve been through your whole life you must be immortal and indestructible.
Your guitar is an instrument that connects your brain to your heart and to your soul.
Or is it all the way around?
And you transmit all your feelings with your fingers.
And if you add the right lyrics you’ll incite a riot.
And your lyrics and riffs will echo in my bones.
Love gone bad, cheating, mistrust, lies and suffering, and also double crossings, deception and abandonment.
We can find all devastating adjectives in your lyrics. And yet we believe you because we know you’re an expert. You have been the cause and the effect of all those feelings.
You’re an authentic soulful blues man. You borrow alien sentiments and affections.
You instigate young and old minds with messages of rebellion and mutiny.
You twist and wring love and devotion and turn them into evil provocations.
Inspired by a black sound that had been ignored by the masses for decades.
Exporting it back to the blind ears of America. Transformed into ‘devil’s music’.
Your image is a symbol of revolt and anarchy affecting generations.
And for decades you fooled us because you really were a humble and sincere human being.
A man so gentle that without a doubt could be called a gentleman.
Like all good brothers, like all great artists, like all great bands, whose members had contrasting egos you fought with your own.
But now, we know it’s all good.
I was convinced that all blues and sad music had to come from misery, anguish and desolation. But you really never suffered; you were having a great time all the time. So you convinced me I was wrong.
Devastation can be created for no reason then.
You had to scrape the shit right off your shoes with your overloaded acoustics to create a devil full of sympathy.
You were always trouble, it seemed. A Houdini in reverse, never wanting to disappear.
A consummate monkey reaching for coconuts can also fall from a palm tree and end up like a pirate with a broken skull.
Never a dull moment indeed.
Lines inspired after watching “Under The Influence”. About the life of Keith Richards.
Lancaster, Ca. Dec-19-2015