The Boy Who Cried Wolf
Good morrow all, Steve here. Ya know, I don’t often have a reason to think about morals from childhood fairy tales anymore, but this story seems to fall into the boy who cried wolf category. A few years ago, Keith Richards said in an interview that he mixed the ashes of his cremated father and snorted them with some cocaine. And everybody believed him. Everybody. Recently MTV News contacted his people and they, groaning with the injustice of it all, said that in fact Richards had not done that at all. Richards says the story was “lost in the usual slanting.” Apparently the media failed to check their facts before running the story and, of course, the media always should. That’s their job.
But come on! This is Keith Richards we’re talking about. Doesn’t the story sound at least a little plausible? I mean, Keith Richards! He’s done everything twice before breakfast. Apparently it was a joke that his interviewer just didn’t pick up on. A little too subtle. Still, come on, this is Keith Richards we’re talking about. Can he really be offended if people think that he mixes the odd person’s ashes with a little cocaine, just to mellow out at the end of the day? Hell, I’d believe it if I heard that he had someone jam an adrenaline needle in his heart, just to get started in the morning. That old clock just goes faster every day, doesn’t it? I guess it shows that you shouldn’t cry wolf.
And you shouldn’t believe everything you here.