Originally Posted by Google One morning, or more likely, one afternoon, given the length of their late-night recording sessions in 1971, the Rolling Stones' Keith Richards woke up to find 11 of his guitars had been stolen. “It was awful,” Richards told me. “They're all my babies.” Most were vintage Fender Telecasters. (May 12, 2010)

Richards set out to locate his stolen guitars, the thieves likely unaware that he had the serial numbers of Malcolm, McCawber and the rest of his babies. It took years, but he got them back. “Yeah, eventually,” Richards said. “They turned up on the market.” And he found out who had taken them. “I got the sucker who did it. The guy who pulled the job, he got his,” he said with a note of triumph. “I mean, he’s alive, but…” ‘Exile on Main Street’ Remastered: Keith Richards on His Guitars - Speakeasy - WSJ

Originally Posted by mord Actually, I like you a lot, Nea. That's why I treat you like ****. It's the MB way.

"it counts in our hearts" ?ºº?
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