Eight years ago today my brother John passed away. This is always a bittersweet day. Sweet in remembrance of all the good memories, bitter in knowing a life was cut short. By coincidence The Rolling Stones released their newly remastered Exile on Main Street this week. Stones aficionados know the album, considered by many to be the Stones' best, was recorded in the basement of a villa in Nellcote France that Keith Richards rented the summer of 1971 to escape the tax burdens of the U.K.
And, as reported in the Times of London, Keith Richards' heroin addiction was part of the album's pedigree.
“But I was a very conservative junkie. I was far more discerning. Some guys that get on the stuff, they’ll take it, sight unseen, and you find out later it’s whacked with strychnine or something. Once you’ve been on the inside of it, it’s not that fascinating. I wouldn’t recommend it. If you want to find out what’s real, there’s other ways to do it. But that was my way."
May the good Lord shine a light on you,
Make every song your favorite tune,
May the good Lord shine a light on you,
Warm like the evening sun.
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