Music Junkie!

will never stop romanticising the way Keith smokes.

Keef❣️

Charlie: *Starts laughing uncontrollably*

(December 18 1943)

Keith Richards in Phoenix, Arizona // 1965

Keith ft. Mick before a concert (1970)

“You’re sitting with some guys, and you’re playing and you go, ‘Ooh, yeah!’ That feeling is worth more than anything. There’s a certain moment when you realize that you’ve actually just left the planet for a bit and that nobody can touch you.” 

happy birthday keef ☆ 12/18/1943

Music is a language that doesn’t speak in particular words. It speaks in emotions, and if it’s in the bones, it’s in the bones.

you got my heart, you got my soul you got the silver, you got the gold

i look for ambiguity when i’m writing because life is ambiguous

“everything about keith was angular, flinty, compact, hard, distinct. the hatchet face, chiseled, rock-hard features, indian scout’s eyes that bore through everything. the mysterious rider appearing out of nowhere. hypnotic, sinister, disturbing. a cursed-by-fate intensity, set off against gorgeous clothes, self-mocking humor and a sardonic turn of phrase" - marianne faithfull on keith richards

Photos David Gahr

At the Muscle Shoals airport there was a small terminal building with a large window through which, it seemed, most of the local population and the people from the surrounding cities of Florence, Sheffield, and Tuscumbia were looking out at the landing field. Keith was slouching against a post in front of the window, wearing an antique Hungarian gypsy jacket, and just to start things off right in Alabama, Mick walked up in full view of the watching rednecks and kissed Keith sweetly on the cheek. “How are you, babe?” Mick asked. “All right,” Keith said. “We been driving around looking at the woods this morning, it’s beautiful around here.”