KEITH And The Cockroaches
Rip this joint.
Take me to the airport And put me ona plane I've got no expectations To pass through here again *
Toronto has no Main Street, but for fiveweeks Keith Richard was in exile anyway. It had been a cold, cold winter. When he arrived, the waterfall at the Harbor Castle Hotel was frozen. Lake Ontario was a solid sheet of ice. When Richard finally departed five weeks later, spring had already sprung. He's hoping it's going to be a long, hot summer.
Take me to the airport
Gideon Music
The purpose of his visit was simple enough. The Rolling Stones were planning to record some unpublicized club dates for their impending live album. The Royal Canadian Mounted Police had different ideas.
Customs officials seized some hash and one blue Tic-Tac from Anita Pallenberg's purse when she arrived in Toronto with Richard and their sevenyear-old son Marian. Both substances were sent down to the lab to be analyzed.
Only three days later the RCMP visited the hotel, surprising the lead guitarist with the news that he'd been busted for heroin trafficking. Although the band hadn't even played yet, their renegade rock image was making front page headlines. Again.