Favourite Stone

[Paul]

No, I'm not getting enthusiastic about geology. I saw the trailer for Scorsese's forthcoming documentary about The Rolling Stones last night and, whilst I've never been a massive fan, who can't love The Stones just a little bit? They looked fucking ace in all the performance bits and I'd love to see them live even now when they're all in their 60s.

Anyway, the trailer got me thinking about what a diverse bunch of characters they all are. Most people seem to revere Keith for his excesses or Mick for his shagging prowess, but my favourite is Charlie Watts. He is dapper as fuck when all the others wear their scruffy shit. Also, he prefers jazz to rock and frequently drums with various jazz groups when not on Stones duty. However, the reason he's my favourite Stone is down to this tale I read years ago in a magazine:

Apparently one night after a gig, Mick was holding court in the hotel bar into the wee small hours with a group of fans and journalists, pontificating about his own greatness. Apparently there was an argument to be settled about some minor detail of Stones history and Mick announced to all and sundry, "Somebody go and wake my drummer. He'll confirm I'm right." Everyone suggested this was a bad idea, but Mick proceeded to phone Charlie in his room and, addressing him as "My drummer", demanded that he join them downstairs forthwith before putting the phone down. Apparently there was a bit of a lull and, as Charlie didn't appear immediately, the conversation moved on.

About 20 minutes later, a dapper figure appeared at the door of the bar. Charlie had got out of bed at 4am (or whatever time it was), showered, shaved and put his best whistle on in order to come down and address the bladdered Jagger. He walked straight over to Mick, through the group of hangers on, got onto a table and walked right up to its head where he grabbed Jagger by the scruff of the neck. He then delivered the immortal words, "Get one fucking thing straight: I'm not your drummer; you're my fucking singer. And if you ever phone me in the middle of the night again, I'll fucking kill you, you weasley little cunt." He then nodded to the watching fans, said "Good evening" and went straight back to bed. Legend.

[Scouse Missionary]

None of them.

[Stouffer]

Good story that Paul.

[Gav]

I'd Prefer Sharon

[Dirk]

Originally Posted by Gav

I'd Prefer Sharon

I'd romance that stone.

[theRedHorse]

[Stu Monty]

I went for Charlie before reading the thread, based on exactly the same story Paul quoted. Class.

[WaltonRed]

Charlie is ace. He's my type of drumer, simple and steady and not in favour of the drum wank.

[mattyq]

I've got a stone on my desk at work that when you undo your fly a little and poke it out looks remarkably like a cock. It's caused much merrment at work and is know as the weener stone and is my favourite stone

[Thants]

Probably charlie. Jaggers one hell of a front man though. I didnt know Scorsese was doing a doc, now I can't fucking wait. So much more than the Beatles in terms of character and soul.

[Elmyn Noos]

Love the Stones I do, but Keith gets the nod for me on account of the hi-jinks I read about in Ollie Reed's biography. Any mate and drinking buddy of the fucking legend that was Oliver Reed is alright in my book.

[stringvest]

I'd heard a slight variant of that story, where Watts had in fact chinned Jagger, who hit the deck before Charlie delivered his killer monologue.

Richards is my favourite. Predictable I know, but who else has come up with so many immediately identifiable riffs? Top man.

[Ian Sea]

Mick. The sexy bastard.

[Stu Monty]

I say Charlie but obviously he comes a distance second to Sharon.

[WaltonRed]

I prefer Oliver

[aarathi]

I prefer Mick.