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Montreal, 1998... I was with my brother, 5th row Ronnie's side. At one point, Ronnie threw his pick and it passed right beside my head and hit the guy behind in the chest. It fell on the floor and 5-6 people dived to get it. I stayed standing watching the show. At a certain moment, all the people stood up probably thinking another guy got it. My brother looked on the floor, bent as if he was picking something on the floor and asked me ''Is that what you were looking for?''
I kissed him and I still got this pick at home. At he hand of the show, Charlie threw his right hand stick and it was coming towards me but clearly too high. I turned around and saw a guy's hand catching it 2-3 rows behind me. I turned back to the stage and watched the Stones make their salute to the crowd.
Turns out that the guy didn't catch the stick or dropped it and it ended up under my chair.
Again, my brother went to get it and even touched it, but at the very last second, the guy behind me took it. I looked at him. He was short and very skinny.... The thoughts that went threw my mind.... I'm not gonna tell you hahahahahah
Anyway... Still got Ronnie's pick at home and it has a very personal value 'cause my brother died a couple of years after. He got me that pick :-)
When my kid was born I wanted to call him Charlie, wife said no. My favorite stone , Charlie, my favorite footballer Charlie Nicholas (when at Celtic). I now think he is a wee shite. Anyway she said no, kid came two weeks early, on Charlie Watts birthday. It’s a sign. She said no. I wrote to Charlie watts & told him the story along with 2 photos of my kid (not called Charlie) playing the drums. He signed both them & send them back to me. He is now my kid’s favorite Stone
Great story adress Charlie ????