After the show Uncle Benny and the boys
went to thee notorious and unsavory
Star Star Hotel and Casino

I hauled the luggage and stuff around
looking for a slot machine with my name on it
The place was hectic with all those crap dealers
neon beer signs cocktail waitress shaking their
fancy tulip glasses filled with tainted booze and their
$25 poker chips people sitting on a royal flush aces
back to back , avoiding flashy jackpot dings
with all their bells and whistles.

everybody at the poker table had an Ace of spades behind his ear,
I was standing line with all the bookies pimps, pit bosses
,hit man ,poker chip eaters, shit kickers and old ladies
guarding there space at the buffet line
Uncle Benny and the others hit the black jack table
wagering there electricity bill on the fly
“16”, dealer “21.” Danm you!
They was coming up sixes sevens and nine
all night long at crap table.
The boys are off to the “Tumbling Dice Strip Bar.”


I went up to our room, on the mini paddle key chain had the number 10-0-9
I brought up everyone’s luggage expecting the worse then
I opened up the door to a very nice room, made my self at home.
Heading for the shower feeling filthy and wasted enjoying
my solitude and cleansing I notice a thumping sound
from the next room .
Even with the shower on I could hear my hotels neighbors
partying

I was enjoying the water splashing against
my back staring at the shower wall then I notice there was
a small piece of tile slightly chipped
I reach over to touch it , it fall to the floor
before I thought of picking it up I notice a small hole
peering  through I  saw a lady “Blonde oh-la-la”

also showering I did a double take cleared my eye
and looked again sur’nuf there she is

I couldn’thelp myself I started jerking off then the most awful
thing happen.





She put her towel on the hanger
thus covering my peep hole
I deicide to easy drop outside her door.

(Woody's book) So it was nine o’clock in the morning in NYC there
we were going down fifth Ave and I saw Shep Gordon
who was Alice Copper’s manager walking along with his
briefcase.

Shep had helped Groucho Marx find a way out
to all the problems that her had in his later life after
hi involvement in that quiz show You Bet you life
Shep got Groucho money back before he died.
I met Groucho once when I went over his house with

Ahmet Ertegun. We rang the doorbell; ding dong.
The door opened and there was Groucho. His first word
to me were ,”That’s the sillest haircut I’ve ever seen,”
“Are you a man or a chicken?”
I was just keeping my mouth shut,
and walking behind with Groucho while he kept turning
round and s insulting me.
“What the hell are you doing in my house?”

Meanwhile back at the strip bar the drag queens
took over the stage Pauly Uncle Benny and
Jimmy got in on the action
"they were a fine lot, they were."

Hi  Bitch, Edith grove, Lady Jane ,Mojoman Ade,Corgi37,Texile,
Heart of stones, and to everyone sneaking a peep.
(I don't know who wrote this next passage)

"Life on the road with the Rolling Stones: excitement,
frustration, lotus-shaped stages, boredom, groupies, hotel
rooms, security, gilt and flash, Steve Ford
and Bianca Jagger at the White House ... yeah, of
course The Rolling Stones on Tour is monstrous and druggy,
overstuffed and even (depending on your viewpoint)
bloated and verging on self-parody; rock ages fast -- b
y the end of 1975, while the Stones were cavorting
at the Alamo, the Ramones were blasting a hole in
the ozone over CBGB's. Yet the Stones are still here,
and still touring, even if "the boys" are more of an
industry than a rock band by now."

I must point out Steve Dunleavy is (was?) Australian. I love his over the top ranting.

Is 75 the tour where Mick borrowed Lisa Robinson's underwear?

Pauly: Look Jimmy, we string you up and then hoist you over the audience ,Fantastic!
Jimmy:  I don't know  man, that doesn't sound like  fun.
Uncle Benny : What  could possibly go wrong?



Ronnie’s  book” We were into our fifth week of my first RS
tour by the  time we got to Memphis.
But the flight down from Washington DC, where we’d just done two nights
at the Capitol Center Arena Maryland, was a nightmare.
We got caught in a huge thunderstorm and  got hit
by lightning several times  was so horrible that Bobby Keys
nearly went through the roof of the plane All of us thought
our number was up.
So after we landed, Keith and I decided we’d had
our fill of planes for a bit, said ‘Fuk this,’ and announced
that we were going to drive to the next gig
We rented a flash yellow Chevrolet Impala Most of the ride was boring
but we were getting stoned and laughing

and thought we were doing just fine, except that Keith
was driving very, very slow , slow enough  to get arrested  for loitering,
and swerving a bit too much from lane to lane. We stopped  for lunch
at the 4 Dice restaurant and Gas Station

 I’m not sure how long we were
in the restaurant , but Keith and I must have spent  a couple of
hours in the bathroom laughing by the time we got back into our
car and Keith pulled out of the parking lot at zero miles and hour,
the cops pounced  a patrol car suddenly appeared next to us
the cops mentioned for us to pull over and stop (keith’s driving  
meant we were pretty much already stopped) and suddenly the
two cops from the patrol car were standing in front of us with
guns drawn as if we were escaped convicts


Fordyce Police officers Joe Taylor and Eddie Childers thought
that they smelled marijuana, and the Impala was impounded.
After getting a search warrant, police did not find marijuana but
discovered less than two grams of cocaine in a briefcase said
to belong to passenger Fred Sessler. Though he passed a sobriety
test, Richards was cited for carrying an illegal weapon—a hunting knife.
the 4-Dice Restaurant and Station. Paul Holt, whose
family owned the restaurant, was in Memphis, however,
hoping to see one of the Rolling Stones. “Who could have
thought for a second they’d be here?” he later said.
Wood hit the buffet, going back for seconds on the fried chicken.
Richards ordered the sixteen-ounce T-bone and tried brown
gravy over his French fries on the recommendation
of waitress Wanda Parnell.
They left a $1.65 tip and autographs.

Keith had a jeans hat with little pockets around the side, and all the pockets
were filled with stuff We passed the hat around  a lot and went off
to the bathroom to get high.”

Ronnie:I was more concerned with paying a good homage to  
and making a good representation of all the things that
Mick Taylor had laid   down during the period while he had been
with the band; his melodies and his virtuosity.
If I paying a song like ‘All Down The Line’ it’s a tribute to Mick Taylor’s playing.”



David Dalton 's book
Discussing what to do to open the  outdoor shows, Jagger said
“Those kids are all on downs, aren’t they? They take some Quaaludes
and then some more downs and smoke pot and then they
take heroin and then some cocaine and then some Ripple wine,
right?” Maybe we should all get together in here and take
all of that stuff and se what  we would feel like
and what would entertain us…”


all you pretty women stand in line  I makes love to you in an hour's time.



E: Hi! It's El!  
M: Wot?
E: Mick! It's Ellie!
M: Who ...
E: Ha-ha-ha! Ellie, you great ninny!
Elton John!
M: Oh. Hullo.
E: Listen! Guess what? I'd simply love to be on
the stand with you tonight!
M: Tonight?
E: At the concert, for heaven's sake!
M: Oh, yeh. Well, the thing
is, El, we've got it already all sort of worked out,
if you know what I mean.
E: Oh, don't be such a silly-billy!
Just one little number! Oh, puh-leeze, Mick,
I'll simply die if you don't!
M: Uh-huh. What did you have in mind, actually?
E: Well I only know Honky Tonk Women!
M: Uh ... well, that's our opening number ...
E: Oh, don't I know it! Tant mieux!!
M: (sighs) Yeah, well, just the one number, okay?
E: Oh! Of course darling! Afraid I'll steal the show?

Later, Mick reflected on it : "We should've kicked him
off the stage, but we didn't. It's because we're both English --
we're too polite ... I mean, if he had been an American, like
Stephen Stills, someone like that, we'd have kicked him off
straightaway." They left it to Billy Preston to tell
Elton his time was up.

Hello Edith Grove ,Bitch,Heart of stone,Texile, Corgi37, Lady Jane ,
Mojoman Ade and to everyone stopping by taking a look
Alright we are at the home stretch of this thread. back to 1975 TOTA.


“You could stand on your head
Or maybe sing in your bed
If I said it was the thing to do
If you’re in with the faces
And their getaway places
But they don’t take no notice of you
Well those trendy pace setters
Will just cause you the pain
‘Cause they will wanna know
Who’s driving your plane?


The most grueling part for the crews is when there are back
to back shows, that is two shows on consecutive nights
but in different places. The break down and getting
out time fluctuates much more than the set up.
It could take as little as three hours in a hall
where it is possible to get the trucks right
up to the stage, or in a less convenient place
up to eight hours.
With the show ending at mid-night, the first truck
will hope to leave at 3:00 a.m., and the last at 5.30 a.m.
While the trucks drive, the crew fly, leaving from
the gig to the airport at around 6.30 a.m.
It is not unusual, on occasions such as this,
for the crew to work at 48-hour cycle.

In Jamaica, meanwhile, Anita's (Anita Pallenberg) fondness
for the Rastafarian was beginning to upset
her colonial neighbors,
who had no objection to blacks as long as
they stuck to polishing shoes and cutting sugarcane.
Anita went dancing with them and invited them to stay
at the house.
"I think you should have a word with your wife,
or she is going to find herself in trouble,"
a local businessmen whispered to Keith one evening.

"I don't think that it's any of your business,"
Keith replied. But he had been hurt badly, and
a few days later he flew home to London
leaving Anita to her pleasures.

Every night at midnight he would take huge snorts
of coke, then set off to the club to listen
to music and chat with friends. On our third visit
a long slender elegant blonde came over to kiss me
on the cheek and tell me how wonderful
it was to see me again.

"Who's that?" asked Keith when she had gone
back to her table.

"That's Chrissie Wood- you know, she's the wife
of Ronnie Wood, from The Faces."

"Cor," said Keith. "I really fancy her. She's
not bad, is she?"
. He drove her to Richmond, and she
invited him in for coffee. Keith was impressed
with the opulence of the house. The Wick is
a perfect Georgian mansion set at the pinnacle
of Star and Garter Hill with views for 20 miles
along the snaking River Thames.
Suddenly the door opened, and a great beauty
walked in. She was a blond German model with wide,
guileless blue eyes and a body that stretched every
seam of her simple white dress. Her name, Keith was
told was Ushi. It was obvious Mick wanted her,
but she ignored him and gave Keith all her attention."


Just you be my back street girl....

Bianca and Anita were surprisingly along for (some of)
the ride, as well as German stunner Uschi Obermaier
(most likely not when Miss B and Angie were around),
who was seeing Keith and Mick at the time.

Charles Shaar Murray writes

"Keith Richards The guitarist, song writer and social
arbiter to a whole generation of middle class drug abusers,
skids wildly on the polished dragon painted portable
stage that the Stones are using on their ’76 tour
It’ didn’t faze Keith none though he’s sitting
in some combobulated lotus posture and continues
whacking away at his guitar not missing a single
saw-toothed rusty chrome cord the whole time."

Jagger prowls and struts and minces and
flounces like a horny chimpanzee his whole
body one big pout."


"Messer’s, Wood and Richards flanked Jagger, looking
for all the world like a pair of diseased crows. They
are remarkably well matched pair both eye wise and
ear wise. Eye wise they were like bookends propping
up Jagger Library of Poses, with Wood’s extrovert
contrast to Taylors’ studios angelic shadow."



The LSD was kickin'in...

Mick Jagger Mick Jagger, the snake-hipped, rubber-lipped
frontman is not just the pretty face with bisexual appeal.
More than just a lead singer or even songwriter,
Jagger sees every album through to completion -
and that includes pressing and printing. He is
much more a musician than the public imagine.

"Trained well by the good time camaraderie of the Faces,
Ron Wood has brought the audience closer to the band,
breaking down the gap between untouchable and human.
He has become Jagger's comic foil onstage, which
encourages the crowds to further enjoy themselves.

Keith Richards defies Darwinian concepts of survival.
That wasted elegance that makes good copy is merely
one side of his personality. He is addicted to rock 'n roll
and thrives on live performances. On the road he is happiest,
oscillating between expected decadence
and fatherly concern for his children."

Are you feeling good?! you feeling loose now?
you feeling more relax…
I feel like stroking everybody ..Billy
very open for offers I wouldn’t say his up for grabs”



"Billy Preston supplies much more than excellent
keyboard support. Vocally he provides the perfect high
harmony foil for Jagger to bounce off on songs like
Fool To Cry and It's Only Rock 'n Roll. Visually,
Preston is the perfect dancing partner for Jagger to
further entice the audience before the grand climax."

"Everything alright in the critques section?"
Pauly shouted out
--hey Mick Jagger let the good times roll!!--

lets rock and roll

In fact it's a gas, Jack!








Thank you "ROCKS OFF"


Waiter check please.


Thank you good night.