i bet you and maybe only Andrew Loog Oldham would know such lovely useless info that i love. thank you.
i just thought i'd show you the book I wrote about the stones ten years ago.
the * is where all the *book should be.
i thought you'd like that. i read that article by the guy who i can't say because i guess you are friends last night from the MF, and although it is hard to write badly about someone great, and I know how he gets to do it, i read his bio, but W tangofoxtrot?
he should fire himself, or just go to the leewards. but you look great in the piece, even though he decided to tell everyone you lived like a hermit and were in a hospice like state. unless, i for some reason, i have just started to act like people from Memphis, and made all that up?
but i'm pretty sure i can send it to you, if i'm not right.
p.s. how did i miss red hot and blue being published? i have to get that tomorrow.
and also, he told this long, not very fact-riddled story about the Rolling Stones' classic book (not, mine above, but yours),
and all of the sudden there's this whole william burroughs story he just buries in the fuckin' lede at the flyer?
Burroughs couldn't even put together his own book. this guy made it seem like yours was being offloaded by longshoreman and that old Bill had been your personal Gordon Lish (you should probably insert Thom Wolfe's the good one's publisher in there).
but if the old junky could help out the "old" junky, i guess with connections, or whatever, i guess he had some weight to pull back then. by the way, i had a personal fight with myself last night, trying not to use the internet, that there is no Dewey Phillips - Legendary Memphis Deejay chapter/essay/ included in Rhythym Oiiil (i have never, until i started writing an unfinishable piece on your book, been more frustrated to know that you mispelted rhythm oil, and i have researched whether that word, mispelt, can be used spelt like that?
and apparently it can. unless it's misspelt.
anyway, If someone ever tells you that someone has intentionally purposefully misspelled a word in the title of anything and you can't remember how, just don't think about it.
it's probably too late now, but i wanted to have time to talk to you before i let you go.
have the ribeye for me at Houston's.
wait, this is Stanley Booth?
okay, because my editor Utahna Faith would be pissed if i talked to anyone else this way