I played (Mick my solo) album, but he talked all the way through it. The only time I got any insight from him was when I went to take a pee. I come out of the john and he’s dancing around the room. For a minute I watch him, and he’s just enjoying it. So I went back into the john and slammed the door and walked out again, and he’s just sitting on the couch. But that’s Mick. I know the bloke. I guess I saw him liking it when he didn’t know I was looking. So that’s cool.
-Keith Richards 1988.
Prague, the Czech Republic.