wanted to borrow an old and wellread version of Simone de Beauvoir's
All Men Are Mortal.
And he's said to have extraordinary knowledge of
certain topics, a close feel of what he's read and
digested, a contrbutor as he spins his own tails on
the books he's spent time wth.
But instead of a visit to the library, I got caught up in
reading the classic UNCUT magazine's Keith Richards
60 year birthday special Soul Survivor.
Sure. What do you need to know? Keith answeers the interviewer in the open manner of his, sounding sincerly human and unafraid to speak from the heart. Indeed a "mortal man", as all of us, but
Keith doesn't seem to mind at all.
The aura of You can't accuse me of anything I haven't already confessed to is
libarating in itself, and certainly inspiring to pick up on in ones own way.
But being real isn't always as easy as faking it, then again who'd want to fake
anything in this life?
