We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Keith Richards is a cool dude. Lives in New Canaan, CT, of all places. Fun. A delightful guy. The saying goes that every time you ignite a cigarette you add a day to Richards' life.
In his autobiography, he mentions driving in an RV with his in-laws from NY to Oklahoma. Imagine being at a truck stop, filling up your tank and seeing—Keef.
That just doubled my heart-rate watching it. And then I had to take a detour and find out what he meant about the Jimmy Reed V-chord, and what Steve Jordan sounds like. Thanks so much for posting.
About his knuckles, I'll say! They look like marbles, but they don't seem to give him pain.
I found myself wondering if you can do massive amounts of drugs all your life but not melt down into a pitiful (and soon dead) schmuck as long as you have joy and passion in your life. Music clearly gives him joy and passion.
My immediate reaction was: a master craftsman in love with his craft. May he live to 100. As you point out, his love of music helped him survive all those drugs. Willie Nelson also comes to mind.