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Copsnrobbers
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 Rolling Stone Mag, April 15th 1971 Prodigal Sons Tour Mother Country
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“Boogie, Bobby, boogie” Marshall Chess is saying over and over to Bobby Keys in the seat nest to him . Slamming out the phrases and laughing as they talk about old times . Boo-gey, Boo-gey” Anita Richards , is sing-songing in the back of the plane , making the words sound line an errant German nickname for a Humphrey Bogart Boogie, a small brown and white puppy dog, is about to fall asleep in the arms of Anita’s Husband, Keith.
The doors of the midnight flight from Glasgow to London are about to close. Conversations buzz and hum. Only the tops of heads and the oustside elbows are visiable. What could be nicer? Flying home from Glasgow in the midnight hour after Two good shows before packed houses of people from out of 1957 (brass blondes ladies screaming and clutching at their heads whenever Mick showed his ass to the audience
Contentment positively flows from seat to seat. The engines are about to rev, It’s five, four, three, two, minutes to take off .When down the aisle comes a blue –jacket airline official, all the way to the back seat where Keith and his dog recline. And the official says: “That dog Flies by prior arrangement only sir, you’ll have to get off the plane .”

Keith “what?” “I’m sorry sit I warned you in the airport. How you manage to slip by me on the plane I don’t know but you’ll have to get off Now!” “Look I’ve flown BEA, TWA Pan-Am” Keith Richards, singer, composer, lead guitar player, Rolling Stones' is reciting a list of every airline her ever been on. “To San Francisco, to places you or this airline have never been…” “You have to supply a box, sir” “I happen to know that section of the Geneva Convention very well: you have to supply the box . This is ridiculous. It’s an emergency."
My wife and family are here, we have to get home to take my child to the doctor tomorrow.” “I’m sorry sir” “We just want to get home . Is it that important? Just let us leave” “The rules, sir.” “ I know the rules. Get this plane going , we’re not moving.” Exit the official Re-enters the offical with two large blue Scotish policmen.. “ Ere wot’s the law doin’ ere? Come to arrest us all. Have you?” "Oy, you you, oy” A big Scottish cop is doing his best to ignore Mick, who is lying flat on his backbone in a seat, naked to waist save for a blue nylon windbreaker someone has thrown over him after he gave away his sweaty T-shirt on stage. “Oy. Oy” Mick says Loudly , a saucey shoolboy trying to ge the police to notice. He reaches out to jangle at the cop’s sleeve. “Now, now chummy,” the cop says. Leaning over. “ No ones’s done nothing’ yet, why should we arrest anyone?” “He’s come to arrest the dog” Keith says.
Robert Greenfield
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