Don't think this has been posted, its from the New York Post from today.
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Stones' Wood: I did so many drugs, Keith Richards got mad!
You know you're doing too many drugs when Keith Richards gets upset over it.
Rolling Stone Ron Wood admits he was freebasing so much cocaine at one point that Richards "had turned into Mr. Drug Enforcement Administration."
"Everybody was angry with me around this time, and after a row with Keith one day, he stormed off to get his gun," Wood writes in his new memoir "Ronnie" (St. Martin's Press). "He returned with his derringer, pointed it at me and yelled 'You f—ing b—!' I calmly pulled out my .44 Magnum. And that was the last time Keith drew his gun on me ... until the next time."
The two guitarists fought again in a hotel room while on tour, Wood adds. "He barged in, broke the glass bowl of the pipe, and came straight at my face. ... He smashed a bottle and cut me with it. I stormed out and went to find Mick [Jagger] and Charlie [Watts ], who were working on a song in a room along the corridor. While I stood there bleeding all over the carpet, Mick looked up and asked: 'Have you got any ideas for the middle eight?'"
Wood returned to the room, where Richards "pulled out his huge ratchet knife, put it to my throat and yelled ... 'I'd f—ing cut your throat, but your girlfriend would never forgive me for all the mess I'd make.'"
This from a guy who "did heroin for 10 solid years," Wood claims.
Eventually, Jagger had a heart-to-heart with Wood, and he agreed to go into rehab.
Wood's wildly entertaining book is peopled with virtually every major British and American rocker since the early '60s, including:
Jimi Hendrix, his roommate in London, one of two "musicians' musicians" he met in his life [the other being Stevie Ray Vaughan ].
Rod Stewart, who with Wood was so poor when they were in the Small Faces that they stole hardboiled eggs to eat on tour in the U.S.
Elton John, who was supposed to do just one song with the Stones, but wouldn't let Billy Preston back at the piano, despite Jagger yelling at him to "Get off the stage!"
Keith Moon, who "drove his Jeep through the plate glass windows of the hotel, went through the lobby and up the steps, then he leaned over and said to the receptionist, 'May I have my keys, please?'"
In one of the great understatements, Wood muses, "We knew how to party."