#doris richards

keithcore tbh

Literally Doris describing her weird little child, because Doris pulled no punches:

“Shut up. Don’t be so soft. It was pissing all over the place.”

And Angela said, we know what's happening, the girl's going, we all know that, it's just a matter of what day, really. -  So our last night together, I took the guitar up there and I sat on the foot of her bed, and she's lying there, and I said, "How you doing, Mother?" And she says, "This morphine's not bad."  I played a few licks for her of "Malaguena" and the other stuff that she knew that I knew, that I'd played since I was a kid. She drifted off to sleep, and the next morning my assistant Sherry, who looked after my mother with love and devotion, went to see her, like she did every morning, and she said, "Did you hear Keith playing for you last night?" And Doris said, "Yeah, it was a bit out of tune."

Mrs.Jagger: Well, Mick always did well in school. He was very curious and quick to learn. Loved music and singing.

Mrs. Watts: Charlie is the quiet sort. He was always polite, great friends with his sister. A good boy.

Mrs. Richards: Keith was ugly as sin.

Doris never had any interest in pulling punches, that’s for sure: