In 1972 the Rollingstones toured their album Exile on Main Street and director Robert Frank followed them around and made a documentary. The movie was never released because the Stones are uptight, money hungry, black hearted, mean spirited, uncharitable, curmudgeonous, misanthropic vermin. Is that wrong to say? Sorry. I’ve just heard a lot of stories about the shit those guys did. Like the time they left the harp player on ‘Miss You’ (Sugar Blue) stranded in Paris without a penny to his name… Apparently Keith said “Fuck off. We’ve called the cops. We don’t need you, we’ll just find another nigger.” Thats what I heard, and then they paid him in smack for his work on the tour. He had to hock that to get a plane ticket home for him and his wife (really). Pretty vicious, but like I said- thats what I heard, might be bullshit.
What about Bill Wyman though! Married a thirteen year old! He was in his sixties! What?! Thats disgusting! Bastards think they’re above the law!
And what about that album Sticky Fingers? You know why they’re sticky, don’t you?
From cum! They’re talking about hot cum! Hot, salty, viscous cum!
They may as well call it Gallons of Hot Sticky Cum on My Fingers! Revolting.
Anyway, here’s a dope addled excerpt from the unreleased doco- Cocksucker Blues…