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04/03/2007: "I'm In You ..."

For years, doctors and medical researchers have searched for some kind of magic bullet that will kill diseases and provide longer life. Frankly, they haven't found it because they're not looking in the right place. Rather than stare at a petri dish, someone should look at Keith Richards' blood, because something in there keeps him alive in spite of all he's done to try and kill himself.

I mention this because of an interview with the Rolling Stones' guitarist that appears in the April issue of the music magazine NME. Asked to reminisce on decades-long bad boy image, Keith gave an answer that only Keith could give ...

"The strangest thing I've tried to snort? My father. I snorted my father. He was cremated and I couldn't resist grinding him up with a little bit of blow.

"My dad wouldn't have cared, he didn't give a shit. It went down pretty well, and I'm still alive."

Never one to miss an opportunity, Keith wasn't through ...

"I was number one on the 'Who's Likely To Die' list for 10 years. I mean, I was really disappointed when I fell off the list.

"Some doctor told me I had six months to live and I went to their funeral."

Long live rock ...

UPDATE: To no one's great surprise, the Rolling Stones PR Machine is in full denial mode. Good luck putting that genie back in the bottle ... or those ashes back in the urn ...