Keith Richards is in danger of becoming respectable, what with starring interviews on the Andrew Marr show, bit parts in Disney's "the Pirates of Caribbean" and an emerging status as national treasure. He has even received the ultimate accolade this week namely a vicious attack from the increasingly insane ex Trot and current bigot Peter Hitchens who blamed him for causing more damage than the Iraq War and described him as "a debauched, capering streak of living gristle who ought to be exhibited as a warning to the young of what drugs can do to you". As usual Hitchens couldn't be more wrong since after reading "Life" a electrifying autobiography ghost written with James Fox someone ought to work out the physiology of Richards since the man is clearly indestructible despite the most astounding chemical intake and even more remarkable he appears to going as strong as ever. The life of this man who founded the Rolling Stones, invented rock guitar, gave us "Honky Tonk Women", "Brown Sugar", the seminal "Exile on Main Street" and a host of other treasures is something we should warmly celebrate and not carp about.
Great rock autobiographies are a rare species but this book by Richards amounting 547 pages ranging from a drug bust in Fordyce, Arkansas to a quick final explanation that he did indeed snort his Dad's ashes (but in a very affectionate way!) and ending in the death of his dear old mum Doris is a very intimate, revealing, warts an all account of a fascinating life packed with brilliant photographs and stories to spare. Fox has captured his subject well and you can hear Richards voice loud and clear with its colourful language of "cats", his love of Shepherd's pie ("don't bust the crust") and roguish charm. You will not be surprised that a large part of the book deals with Richards copious pharmaceutical use. Indeed with parts of his memory wiped out sections of the text are given over to the first hand remembrances of family members and friends like Waddy Watchel, Don Was and his great mate Bobby Keys which are often very harrowing. The legendary Freddie Sessler "Keith's second dad" is a key figure here. This is a man who described himself as "the worlds oldest groupie", got Keith out of "scrapes" and supplied his drugs including pharmaceutical cocaine graphically described in a passage on page 373. Richards knows that he was lucky to survive all this hedonism and the poignancy of his remarks when he tells us stories about the deaths of fellow travellers like Billy Preston and Gram Parsons are all the more pronounced and sad for it. The fact that his co-conspirator Ronnie Wood navigated this madness particularly with a his own "freebasing" crack cocaine indulgences which Richards highlights from 1980 onwards is another example of the "get out of jail" philosophy of life employed by the two most colourful members of the Stones.
At the core of the book is the Jagger/Richards relationship which has gone through phases of almost tender brotherly love to intense visceral hatred (listen to "Had it with you" on Dirty Work which charts the nadir of this phase). The cleaned up Richards circa 1980s "Emotional Rescue" cannot today forgive Jagger's attitude on "his return" who had "fallen in love with power" and whose constant put downs of him are still very raw. As he states "the phrase which rings in my ears all these years later is "Oh, shut up Keith". Things gradually improved over the years and despite Jagger's Knighthood ("the Mick I grew up was a guy who'd say shove your little honours up your ar*e") by 2004 Richards and Jagger were working a closely as ever and he accepts "you've got to go through the bulls**t; its like a marriage"
The book charts all the great Richards myths, the blood changing, the skull ring, the tax exile in France, the falling out of the tree incident and the Toronto drug bust in huge detail which finally led to him giving up heroin. The part however which I especially enjoyed was his early years around Dartford and Sidcup and his passion for the blues particularly Jack Elliot and the impact of Elvis. The generosity throughout to the great Charlie Watts who clearly is the glue that holds the Stones together, and a great loss to the United Nations Peace Keeping Corps, is genuine and full of love. Watts survival from cancer is emotionally charted by Richards and his relief tangible that Watts came back. And then there is the music not just with the Stones but Keith's side projects like the X-pensive Wino's which is a tale well told; while his relationship with Anita Pallenberg and its impact on the construction of the Stones greatest song "Gimme Shelter" is fascinatingly unveiled.
The life of Keith Richards is a chronicle of the ultimate rock survivor and icon. Frankly he should not be here and the fact that he never sleeps means he has been here "longer" than the average 66 year old. Despite yourself you can't help but be absorbed by the myth and legend of the man, his bluntness and his often outspoken nonsense. Let us be frank anyone who calls his dog "Syphilis" must have something going for him. Consequently when in a hundred years time someone sits down and writes the definitive history of rock music it should start with the sentence that "In the beginning was the riff and the riff was with Keith".
It's hard to judge this book. When I was thirteen my sister and I gravitated from Elvis and Cliff to the Beatles and the Stones, buying every LP as it was released. Later at University Beggars Banquet was played more than anything. Many years later I played Exile on Main Street solid for ten years, so much I can hardly listen to it now.
So I can't be objective, its like reading a book by my cousin. It's very very frank about relationships, about drugs, about occasional violence. There's a lot of stuff about musical technique, just like Miles Davis's autobiography, which it reminds me of. I don't understand most of this not being a guitarist, but the feel of these sections is great. It makes you want to get out all your John Lee Hooker and Jimmy Reed records.
The section about Brian Jones is revealing. This is actually the first book about the Stones I have read, so in comparison with the general familiarity from newspaper stories and rumours I had this is great, and Richards has an aura of telling the truth, by and large I would mostly buy what he's saying. There is also a very moving section about Gram Parsons, who seems to have been one of his closest musical associates and friends.
Earlier, all the stuff about his family is fabulous. Its worth tracking down the full length version of the Andrew Marr interview on BBCi incidentally, where Marr and Keith say his childhood was Dickensian which was exactly what was going through my head when I was reading about his wonderful family. His mother and his maternal grandfather were something else.
Some of the stuff about about the early sixties blues scene echoes what you can read in, say, a Pete Townshend biography I've read. Incidentally, Richards has almost nothing to say about any of his contemporaries musically, except to some extent the Beatles. But mostly that's about how the Beatles were marketed and about the scene they created. No opinions are expressed about say Clapton, the Who, or Hendrix. But then Richards isn't into judging much, unless someone steps on his blue suede shoes (or gets to the cottage pie before he does - read the book).
Mostly the book is about the folks he meets as he navigates his way through life which was always a struggle for one reason or another until the end of the seventies when he emerges from heroin and then meets his current wife Patti.
And of course there's some fascinating stuff about Jagger. I started to skip a little towards the end as I am less interested in their later music. But this is great for Stones fans and also it's a fascinating social record. If you want to know about superstardom south London style go for it.
There are bound to be many glowing reports from lifelong 'Stones fans who won't put up with any criticism or doubt. I'm no huge fan but you'd have to be pretty obtuse to deny the huge influence of the Rolling Stones and there are plenty of their tracks that I like and have done for years.
To be honest I didn't hold out much hope for this but must admit to being surprised at how well the reader is led along and at the candid way everything is laid bare including no few moments that don't exactly cover Mr. Richards in glory.
All the famous myths about him that have almost become urban legends are spoken about and quite a few lesser/ unknown ones too. He is very open about his myriad substances of choice and how they have influenced so much of his life. But these anecdotes aren't really what set this autobiography apart from any other. Rather it's the fascinating insights into his dynamic with the rest of the band, (often destructive and bitter but ultimately artistically productive and mellowed with age),.
There have been a lot of reviews that have tried to set this up as some sort of 'Keef against the world' type thing which frankly is rubbish. He has done pretty much whatever he wanted and although has nearly killed himself off all in all it seems to have been a bit of a blast. In all fairness he himself doesn't come across as someone either feeling hard done by nor as some sort of hero, (although many fans and peers would argue strongly that he is), but neither does he pretend to be 'just one of the lads'. His life has been well out of the ordinary and the events described in this book show just what a rollercoaster ride this man has chosen to be on and a sad look at those who left too early.
Never dull, never self important or big headed, this is an interesting and page turning read that really has appeal for both the fan and casual follower alike.
Straight, witty and as mad as a hatter, Keith Richards life was always going to be a read to keep you glued and he hasn't messed it up.
Not for the faint hearted but nothing gratuitous or bragging either. One of the best releases of the autobiography season.
on 27 October 2010
At last the man speaks. Archetypal rock star, contemporary outlaw and the world's most elegantly wasted man, Keith spills the beans in this blockbuster of a rock bio.
Keith recounts his life to the present day with brutal honesty, an amazing journey which over the course of nearly half a century transformed him from a no-hope deliquent teenager into an iconic rock god, and more latterly an rich old roue who nevertheless remains the idol of lesser rock heroes and wannabe bad boys. (Think Johnny Depp as Captain Jack Sparrow.).
In between were the highs-- the hits, the adulation, the rock'n'roll lifestyle( which The Stones invented!) the chicks--and the lows--the drug busts, prison, the descent into oblivion, the death of too many friends, the loss of a child. Keith shares these moments with us in uncompromising detail.
The examination of his relationship with Mick Jagger is illuminating and sometimes suprising,and left me with the feeling that The Glimmer Twins should have been more than just a nickname for two men who sometimes seemed to understand each other so little.
Throughout it all Keith's wit and commonsense shines through, and I sometimes felt it difficult to reconcile the easy-going philosopher of the book with the originator of those jagged and Satanic guitar riffs and breaks which imbue songs such as "Gimme Shelter" and "Sympathy for the Devil" with such malevolent power.
I've been a fan since I was a very young teenager, and The Rolling Stones provided the soundtrack to most of my early adult life. I suppose you could say I'm a little biased but neverthless I heartily recommend this book to anyone interested in an extraordinary life
One last thought.The very title is typical Keith Richard. Life. A splendid two fingered rebuke to all those over the years who have marked him down as a rock'n'roll suicide-in-waiting.
on 14 December 2011
Life is the best rock biography I have ever read (though it is not a genre I often indulge since it is mostly moderate talents with big heads blowing their predictable trumpets). The quality of the writing is actually poor, sort of speech rhythms, but that's fine since you just hear Keef's voice drawling at you in its charming, amiable way.
His life is full of surprises; being unwittingly used as getaway driver for a jewellery heist when the Stones were already big, delicate and understanding about the women who mattered, badly bullied at school, great, bizarre drug stories (which could so easily have been a tedious staple in lesser hands) and always the wry observer of the wild world he moved through.
Perhaps predictably, what endears the most is the artist in the man. He loves the music. He is as big a fan as any hormonal teenager. It even starts to seem odd that the (brilliant, wonderful) Stones should be such a success since what we have here is a man who adores other musicians.
Despite his laconic swagger on stage, there is none of the expected arrogance. He spent days on end learning tiny little variations on chords just to play London pubs - that was the horizon of his initial vision of the Stones.
In the end this is a life-affirming book, brimming with artistic passion and never taking the pop world seriously. Like all great artists, Keef comes across as a true one-off, and a pleasure to listen to.
on 4 February 2016
I know it's ghost written/dictated but I'm pretty charmed. It reads like Keith. Feels like him. Funny how well I think I know him. I can hear that wheezy cackle of a smoker's laugh, and that affected mid Atlantic semi-hipster drawl.
His early Dartford, post war days are delightfully drawn. There's lessons in blues guitar and some loving portraits of early mentors. Suitably down and hard on the wasted talent and disruption of Brian Jones. Lots of hints at how and why he sounds like he does; writes guitar licks to sound like horn riffs (make sense when you hear Otis Redding's 'Satisfaction'), and for a guitar player like me some fantastic insights in his tunings and fingerings.
There are very few well written decent music biographies out there, and even fewer good autobiographies (Bob Dylan's Chronicles is a rare example of his written word matching the brilliance of his lyrical vision), and this is pretty terribly written, but it's Keith as compelling figure that keeps you reading. The man responsible for some of my very favourite music.
Keith covers well the touring and recording of their greatest period; 68-73 - and those life changing albums - Beggars Banquet, Let It Bleed, Sticky Fingers, Exile, Goats Head Soup...the mid 70's drug busts and on the road excesses...the triumphant return to greatness with Some Girls.
Yes, it's an act, always was..he's in show business..this pirate chic and gun toting knife wielding borderline criminality does seem silly, and he overplays his bad ass outsider thing a bit (bullying Truman Capote - that's real tough), but boy could he play guitar. There's also something of the poseur, trying too hard at times; his side projects are named deliberately to let you know they're bad boys - X-pensive Winos, Wingless Angels, New Barbarians - and this does begin to grate after a few hundred pages
But it's the music that really drives this tale, and Keith's long and total commitment to it shines through. He's the real deal musically, and always was. Let's hope there's a late period slow burning bluesy classic album in these boys yet.
on 20 November 2010
I used to really like Keith Richards but after reading this my opinion of him has changed.
Musically it's very comprehensive and that is why I gave it 2 stars. The rest of the book made me cringe; he comes across as a kind of sad, jaded and dated character. He talks like a 70s footballer in terms of women. It seems all women are "chicks" or "bitches" (unless they're his wife or girlfriend). He refers to himself more than once as "Sir Galahad". He uses this term whilst justifying his relationship with his "best friend's girl" (Anita Pallenberg) Reckoning it was wrong to make the first move himself but perfectly ok to reciprocate her advances whilst his "best friend" (Brian Jones) was in hospital (Keith "saved" her apparently). It's a weak argument and indicative of his wearying justifications regarding everything from why he never died from a drug overdose (and his dismissive attitude to the various friends he lost to drugs), to his musings on Mick Jagger; resorting to commenting on the small size of Mick's penis
It was two "tales" in particular that really finished off any admiration I once held for Keith. The russian roulette story (a troubled 17 year old kid's death reduced to a rock and roll anecdote) and his comments on the cot death of his newborn son. (I don't know where the little bugger's buried. I don't even know if he is buried!)
In conclusion I found the narrative to have no emotion, humilty or warmth and was left with the feeling that Keith Richards should have left us all with a bit of mystery.
on 30 January 2016
Forget the drugs, the touring and the in-band bickering, this book is, first and foremost, about Keith Richards’ passion for music. He’s steeped in it. It’s in his bones and DNA. He lives for music, for playing with many, many other musicians outside of the Rolling Stones. In fact, I got the distinct impression that his life away from the Stones is his real life.
Some reviewers on this site are disgruntled because Keith doesn’t ooze love for his band members: Bill Wyman and Ronnie Wood barely get a mention; and a measure of disdain is reserved for Brian Jones, although his relationship with Mick Jagger is put under closer scrutiny, leaving Charlie Watts the recipient of his fulsome praise. There’s nothing intrinsically “wrong” with this: how many of us, writing these reviews, play in a rock band or can begin to understand the dynamics of a rock band that had been together, at the time the book was published, for 40-odd years?
Putting aside the prodigious amounts of drugs that he’s ingested, Keith has some other habits that are tediously rock ‘n’ roll. He’s almost always late, and he has this childish “thing” about shepherd’s pie. If one is delivered to his dressing room, heaven help the person who fancies a piece and break the crust. If this happens, the show’s put on hold until another shepherd’s pie is made and delivered. Of course, Keith doesn’t eat any of it: he just wants to demonstrate who’s boss, who gets to cut the crust.
As Keith himself says, why is such a fuss made about the Stones still gigging at their age (now in their 70s) when most of the well-known black musicians, e.g. Muddy Waters and B. B. King did it and no-one said boo?
The last five lines of the book (when he talks about his mother, Doris, giving him his first review) bring the story of Keith’s hectic, extraordinary life to a delightful end.
Rock on, Keith!
on 4 June 2011
This is my third attempt to get a review on this book posted. Apparently, I disliked it and the author so much, I made comments that might cause offense.
OK - I think Keith Richards' book is surprisingly well-written, but amazingly out of touch with reality. Keith thinks so much of himself, and so little of others. As a guitarist, he is severely limited (he can't play at all anymore -look at his arthritic hands!). Yet by stealing from Chuck Berry and Ry Cooder (among others) he made up a number of catchy riffs.
The Stones were an image band - like the Beatles - whose talents never lived up to the hype. Their great patch - Jumpin Jack Flash to Exile - was a lot shorter than their career. I think Jimmy Miller, their producer over these albums deserves a lot more credit than Keith can muster. Richards puts out a lot of deluded, self indulgent praise on himself and others, denigrates many and seems to have lived an interesting, terrible life.
The fact remains that they were pretty, rebellious white English boys who played blues much less well than Muddy Waters - but succeeded beyond their dreams as a result of hype, the British invasion junk and pure racism.I enjoyed them between 1968-1972, and that's that. Nothing they did after this, and little they did before this, had great merit.
That such a group produced such a man capable of such terrible, selfish behavior -who writes with venom about many of his so- called lovers and friends - is not something to be proud of.
Life is a woeful tale of an arrogant, destructive man.
on 28 May 2011
My previous experience of pop biographies gave me low expectations of this genre of literature. I began reading with the intention of giving up as soon as I got bored. However I managed to finish the book which proved to be quite readable and well written on the whole apart from the last couple of hundred pages which were mainly lists of names of all the amazing wonderful people KR has met. But the first two thirds of this bio was much better with lots of information about the early days of the Rolling Stones. To be critical I would have liked to know what KR thought about the music of the other great bands of the 60s and 70s but there was very little on this. It would also have been interesting to read some self-criticism of his parenting skills - he took his son Marlon on tour with him at the age of 7 and Marlon witnessed the whole drug scenario. Was that a good upbringing? How did Marlon turn out in the end? Those questions don't really get answers. On the whole it's a good read but not worth more than 3 stars.