sweet neo con Wrote:
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> hey schillid,
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> any anecdotes from the WAITING ON A FRIEND video
> shoot?
Sure... (I've told this story here before)
After college, I was living in New York, where P, a friend of mine, had also moved. P was working for a certain well-known person. And it seemed that the Stones had hired that very same person. So suddenly my friend P was on tour with the f***ing Rolling Stones! I could not believe it! I begged P to tell me where the Stones were rehearsing in NYC. But he said that he was sworn to secrecy, and he wasn't allowed to tell. However one afternoon, the phone rang and it was P calling. "Whatever it is that you're doing..." he said, "Just drop it. Grab your camera and get over here to St. Mark's Bar and Grill now. The Rolling Stones are here shooting a video!" I may have remembered to lock the door and shut the lights behind me as I ran out... Sure enough, there they were: Mick Jagger and Keith Richards, just hanging out on a stoop. It was their shoot for "Waiting On A Friend." Keith actually walked right by me. And I thought what I could possibly say to one of my guitar heroes, Keith Richards? I said simply, "Keith, can I shake your hand?" He came over and extended his right hand, while he ran his other hand through his shaggy hair.
Later, after it was dark, the Stones were taking a break on their tour bus, which was parked next to the bar. Word had spread pretty quickly, it seemed, that the Rolling Stones were in the neighborhood. A fair sized crowd had gathered, and we were standing behind a barricade that the police had set up. I was standing next to the curb, behind the barricade, when a guy came riding by on a bicycle. Seeing the crowd that was gathered, he stopped his bicycle. He looks over at St. Marks Bar and Grill and says to me, "Who's playing tonight?" I looked at him and answered, "The Rolling Stones." Whereupon he muttered something to me like "sarcastic @#$%&!" and he rode away. I guess he didn't believe me!
The door to the bus opened, and P stepped out. He walked over to me, and he handed me a "cigarette," which was still burning. He said it was from Keith. As I held it, I was torn. Should I save this or smoke this? I wondered. On one hand, I thought: Keith would want me to smoke it. On the other hand, if I saved it forever, it would make a great momento. I won't tell you which I chose. A short time later though, P got off the bus once again, and he handed me a red guitar pick that he said Keith had been using. I will say that I do still have the guitar pick. I saw the Stones that summer at JFK Stadium in Philly.
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Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 2007-01-10 01:29 by schillid.