Or, to reference an earlier post, D-E-V-Blow. From MSNBC:
ON THE OTHER HAND, even the depraved can be right about music. Says Richards:
“The strangest thing I’ve tried to snort? My father. I snorted my father,” Richards was quoted as saying by British music magazine NME.
“He was cremated, and I couldn’t resist grinding him up with a little bit of blow. My dad wouldn’t have cared,” he said, adding that “it went down pretty well, and I’m still alive.”
Richards’ father, Bert, died in 2002, at 84.
Richards, one of rock’s legendary wild men, told the magazine that his survival was the result of luck, and advised young musicians against trying to emulate him.“I did it because that was the way I did it. Now people think it’s a way of life,” he was quoted as saying.
“I’ve no pretensions about immortality,” he added. “I’m the same as everyone ... just kind of lucky.
“Everyone’s a load of crap,” he said. “They are trying to be somebody else, and they ain’t being themselves. Libertines, Arctic Monkeys, Bloc Party? Load of crap, load of crap. Posers, rubbish.”
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