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Keith Richards' New Book

    Hey, everyone. I was just reading an article on Reuters.com about the great guitarist for the Rolling Stones, Keith Richards. He's recently written a book about his life, entitled Life, oddly enough. The article is excellent and I'm intending to buy the book when it comes out.
    The guitarist talks about many famous friends, including Johnny Depp and Mick Jagger. He says of John Lennon that "He never left my home except horizontally; one night he was laying in the bathroom floor and told us not to move him because the tiles were beautiful."
    Hey, I'm not saying pattern your life after these guys, I just liked their music. Isn't that the thing? Take the good from people and live the way you feel that you should.
    Of Johnny Depp he says, "He was a friend of my son's for two years before I knew who he was. Then one day at dinner I said, 'You're Scissorhands."
    Speaking of Johnny Depp, I was at the theater Saturday and saw the preview of his upcoming movie with Angelina Jolie. She plays a Femme Fatale who enlists the aid of a rather dense, ordinary guy in nefarious plots. It reminded me of my own book, KGB Retirement Program, and once again I thought that I'd love to see Angelina Jolie play the part of Karina, the spy. Miss Jolie is so provocative and so hot that she seems made for the role.
 The movie is due out in the next few weeks. The name of the movie is The Tourist and it looks terrific.
    By the way, Keith Richards is reported to have been paid an advance of over 7 million dollars for that book. Not bad for a guitar picker. Speaking of music, go on You-Tube and find a video of Keith with Jerry Lee Lewis and Fats Domino, playing in a club. It was great! That's one of my favorite things to do. I like to think of my old favorites and search for videos from back in the day. Nostalgia can be fun if not carried to excess. Yes, memories can be a blessing as well as a curse.
     From the green retreat. CE Wills
    
  

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