An extract from my Blues Muse book.
Here’s a little extract from later on that is hot off the press and unedited.
Nellcote – South of France
That was when Mick contacted me. They were splitting. Things were not at all good. I listened as he rambled on. He seemed very down and disturbed. They were still reeling from the fallout from Altamont. The bad press had pointed the finger at the Stones, accusing them of decadence, arrogance and stupidity; as if they were to blame for Meredith’s death and the end of the sixties counterculture dream. It hurt. Marianne Faithful had nearly died from an overdose and, though they were estranged, it had affected Mick a lot. Then there was the constant harrying by the establishment in Britain and the obnoxious sniping British press. It looked like they were targets. The Redlands bust was still at the front of his mind. He thought it was brewing…
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