Sad news - had to happen eventually I suppose - up to now the Rolling Stones seem to have lead a charmed life (Brian Jones excepted) compared to the likes of The Beatles, The Who and The Small Faces. Still, I reckon he's had a good 80 years, hope he enjoyed them. RIP Charlie.
“Mick and I got back to the hotel at about five in the morning, and he called up Charlie. ‘Where’s my drummer?’ No answer. He puts the phone down. We were still sitting there getting pissed when about 20 minutes later there was a knock on the door.
It was Charlie — Saville Row suit, perfectly dressed. Tie. Shaved. The whole bit. I could smell the cologne. He walked straight past me, got ahold of Mick and said, ‘Never call me your drummer again.’ He held him up and gave him a right hook.
“Twelve hours later he was saying f**k it, I’m going to go down and do it again. It takes a lot to wind that man up.”
“When Charlie plays, it looks to me that he knows who runs the band on stage, despite what the singer might think.”