Keith Richards stopped in front of a vintage guitar shop in Soho staring at a 1959 Gibson Les Paul in the window. The shop owner Marcus Bennett, 45, watched nervously from inside as the homeless looking old man pressed his face against the glass clearly wanting something he couldn’t afford.
Can I help you? Marcus asked when the old man finally came inside. His tone polite but firm. He’d had problems with rough sleepers coming into the shop before and this elderly guy in ripped jeans and a filthy leather jacket fit the profile. Keith looked at him with deep set eyes that had seen seven decades of life.
That Les Paul in the window, can I see it? Yes. Well worn and an absolute beauty. Marcus hesitated. The guitar was $85,000. Extremely rare. Museum quality. He couldn’t let random people off the street handle it. That’s a very expensive instrument, sir. Are you a serious collector? Owned one just like it.
Keith said his gravelly voice showing decades of cigarettes. 1959 sunburst. Sold it in 1967. Regretted it ever since. Marcus had heard that story a hundred times from old musicians who claimed to have owned valuable guitars back in the day. Right. Well, this one’s not really available for casual viewing. It’s more of an investment piece.
Don’t touch that. Marcus said sharply as Keith Richards reached toward the display case. Keith pulled his hand back and smiled. His weathered face showing amusement. Wasn’t going to damage it, mate. Just wanted to look. It was a Friday afternoon in March 2019 and Bennett’s Rare Guitars had been quiet all day.
Marcus had owned this small but prestigious shop in Soho for 12 years. Built a reputation among serious collectors as a reliable source for authenticated vintage instruments. His specialty was pre-1960 Gibson Les Paul, the holy grail of electric guitars. Incredibly rare, worth fortunes. The 1959 Les Paul Standard in his window was the crown jewel of his current inventory.
Sunburst finish, original PAF pickups, completely unmodified, authenticated provenance tracing it back to the original sale in 1959. He’d acquired it from an estate sale in America 3 months ago. It was worth $85,000, possibly more to the right buyer. And now this homeless looking old man was staring at it like a starving person looking at food.
Marcus assessed the situation. The man was about 70, maybe older. Deeply weathered face with sharp prominent cheekbones, skin lined and creased from hard living. Gray streaked dark hair that looked like it hadn’t seen a professional stylist in decades, swept back in a style that was either deliberately rock and roll or just neglected.
Tall but slightly stooped, lean frame suggesting someone who’d been thin his whole life. His clothes told a story Marcus had seen before. Faded black jeans with holes that were genuine wear, not fashion, ripped at the knees and frayed at the hems. A brown leather jacket so worn and beaten that the leather had cracked in places showing decades of use.
The jacket smelled like cigarettes, old smoke soaked into the material over years. Rings on every finger, silver, skulls, either expensive or very convincing fakes. Hands that looked like they’d worked hard, prominent knuckles, calloused fingertips. Marcus had learned to be cautious. Not everyone who walked into his shop was a legitimate customer.
Some were time wasters, some were thieves scoping out inventory, some were confused elderly people who wandered in thinking it was a regular music store where they could buy a $200 beginner guitar. This old man fell into the confused category, Marcus decided. Probably saw the Les Paul in the window, remembered playing guitar in his youth, wanted to relive old memories by looking at an instrument he could never afford.
“Sir,” Marcus said gently but firmly, “that guitar is a serious collector’s piece. It’s not something we display casually. If you’re genuinely interested in purchasing a der dwahl. How much? Keith interrupted. 85,000 pounds. Keith nodded like this was a reasonable price. Sounds about right for a 59 standard in good condition.
Original pickups? Marcus was slightly impressed the old man knew the terminology. Yes. Original PF pickups. Completely unmodified. Authenticated provenance. Can I see it? Do you have 85,000 pounds? Yeah, Keith smiled. I might do. Let’s see the guitar first. Marcus made a decision based on 12 years of experience running a high-end shop.
This old man was wasting his time. But it was a slow day and sometimes entertaining delusional old musicians was easier than arguing with them. “I can show it to you.” Marcus said. “But I won’t take it out of the case unless you can demonstrate serious purchasing intent. And you absolutely cannot touch it without proof of funds.
” “Fair enough.” Keith said. Marcus unlocked the window display, carefully removed the 1959 Les Paul in its case, and brought it to the counter. He opened the case revealing the guitar in all its glory. Sunburst finish glowing under the shop lights. Original gold hardware. Beautiful flame maple top. Keith stared at it with an expression Marcus couldn’t quite read. Something like recognition.
Something like grief. “She’s beautiful.” Keith said quietly. “Looks just like mine did.” “You said you owned one like this?” “1959 Les Paul Standard Sunburst. Bought it in 1965 for about $300. Played it on three albums. Sold it in 1967 because I needed money. Stupidest thing I ever did.” Marcus nodded sympathetically.
Another old musician’s regret story. “Well, they’re quite rare now, only about 1 700 made in 1959 and most have been modified or damaged over the years. Finding one in this condition Can I play it? Keith asked. Marcus actually laughed. Absolutely not. As I said, this guitar is worth $85,000. I don’t let anyone play it without serious purchasing credentials.
What kind of credentials? And bank statements, proof of funds, references from other dealers, documentation showing you’re a legitimate collector. Keith looked amused. What if I told you I’ve played this specific guitar before? Sir, that’s impossible. This guitar has documented provenance. It’s been in private collections since 1959.
The previous owner was a businessman in Chicago who never played it professionally, just kept it as an investment. Businessman in Chicago, Keith repeated. Kept it as an investment, right. Something in his tone made Marcus defensive. Yes, we have complete authentication documents. This guitar’s history is thoroughly verified.
When did he buy it? Marcus checked his records. It was 1967, purchased from a British musician who was selling equipment. Keith’s smile widened. A British musician selling equipment in 1967, interesting. What was the musician’s name? And Sidroned. Marcus looked at the documentation. The name had been redacted for privacy.
That information is confidential. But it was Richards, Keith said. A Keith Richards, because I’m Keith Richards and I sold a 1959 Les Paul Standard to a Chicago businessman in 1967 for about $2,000 because I needed the money and was an idiot. Marcus stared at him. The scruffy, homeless-looking old man claiming to be Keith Richards, the legendary guitarist of the Rolling Stones, standing in his shop looking like he’d slept in an alley.
Sir, that’s Marcus started to say ridiculous But stopped himself because as he actually looked at the old man’s face, really looked past the weathered skin and the messy hair, he saw something. The bone structure, the deep-set eyes, the distinctive features. “You’re not Keith Richards.” Marcus said, but his voice had less certainty than before.
“Actually, I am.” Keith pulled out his wallet, handed over his driver’s license. Marcus looked at it. Keith Richards, address in Connecticut, date of birth matching Keith Richards, photo showing the same face that was standing in front of him, just cleaner and more professionally photographed. “Oh my god.
” Marcus said quietly. “This can I play my old guitar now?” Keith asked. “Or do you need more credentials?” Marcus felt his entire professional reality reorganizing itself. The homeless-looking old man he’d been condescending to for the past 10 minutes was Keith Richards, actually Keith Richards, and the guitar Marcus had been protecting from him was apparently Keith’s own guitar that he’d sold 52 years ago. “I I Yes, of course.
I’m so sorry I didn’t recognize E in sura.” “Yeah, no reason you should.” Keith said kindly. “I look like and I’m older than I used to be in the pictures. Can I” Marcus carefully lifted the Les Paul from its case and handed it to Keith Richards, watching as one of the greatest guitarists in rock history held an instrument he’d owned half a century ago. Keith’s face transformed.
The amused tolerance disappeared, replaced by something deeper. He held the guitar like greeting an old friend, turned it over, examining the back, found something near the neck joint and smiled. “Still there.” he said. “Well, what is?” “Small scratch, shaped like a crescent moon.
I did that in 1966 backstage at a show. Dropped my lighter, it bounced and scratched the finish. Used to annoy me every time I saw it.” Marcus grabbed his authentication documents, flipped to the condition report. There in the detailed photos was a crescent moon-shaped scratch near the neck joint. The previous owner hadn’t known how it got there.
That’s Marcus couldn’t form words. Keith plugged the guitar into Marcus’s shop amplifier. Didn’t ask permission, just did it with the casual authority of someone who belonged. Then he played. Not showing off, not demonstrating technique, not playing anything complicated or flashy, just played a simple riff, basic rock and roll progression in E.
The kind of thing Keith Richards had played 10,000 times over six decades. Three chords that any intermediate guitarist could technically execute. But the sound that came out was unmistakably, undeniably Keith Richards. That specific tone that had defined rock guitar for generations. That particular feel, the way the notes laid back slightly behind the beat creating tension and groove simultaneously.
That ineffable quality that made Keith’s playing recognizable within three notes. That made people hear a recording and know instantly that’s Keith Richards without needing to be told. It wasn’t about speed or technical complexity. It was about soul. About six decades of muscle memory. About a relationship with the instrument that went so deep it was cellular.
The guitar didn’t sound like it was being played. It sounded like it was singing, speaking, telling its own story through Keith’s hands. Marcus stood behind his counter, frozen, watching Keith Richards play Keith Richards’ own guitar after a 52-year separation and felt everything he’d assumed about this interaction dissolve into embarrassment and awe.
This wasn’t some random old musician telling tall tales about the good old days. This was Keith Richards, one of the most important guitarists in rock history, playing an instrument he’d owned in the 1960s, making a museum piece guitar sound alive and dangerous and absolutely right. The way Keith held it, not carefully like a valuable antique, but comfortably like a tool he’d used a million times, the way his fingers found the frets without looking, the way he coaxed sound from it that Marcus had never managed to produce in 3 months of
ownership. When Keith stopped playing, the silence in the shop felt heavy with significance. When Keith stopped playing, he looked at Marcus. She sounds good. You’ve kept her in good condition. Yeah, it’s our I didn’t I mean, I’m the current owner, but I’ve only had her for 3 months. Can I buy her back? Keith asked.
Marcus’s brain short-circuited. You want to buy the guitar? Well, yeah. She was mine. I’ve regretted selling her for 52 years. Be nice to have her back. The price is $85,000. Keith nodded. Fair price. I’ll pay it. Marcus felt obligation warring with opportunity. This was Keith Richards. He should probably just give him the guitar or sell it at cost or something.
But this was also a business and $85,000 was $85,000. I don’t feel right charging you full price for your own guitar, Marcus said. Keith looked at him with respect. You paid for it, didn’t you? Bought it in good faith, did your authentication work, brought it to England, displayed it properly. Why shouldn’t you make your profit? The Newbury Rail.
But it was yours originally. And I sold it. That was my choice. You bought it legitimately. It’s worth what it’s worth. I’ll pay full price. At least let me discount it. 85,000 pounds, Keith said firmly. That’s what you’re asking. That’s what I’ll pay. Don’t want you thinking I’m trying to guilt you into a deal just because I used to own it.
Marcus processed this. Keith Richards, who he’d tried to throw out of his shop 10 minutes ago, was insisting on paying full price for a guitar Marcus had tried to prevent him from touching. Okay, Marcus said. $85,000. But I’m including the provenance, and I’m writing a letter of provenance about today, about you coming in and identifying the guitar and the crescent moon scratch.
” “A deal,” Keith said. They processed the payment. Keith’s American Express black card went through without issue for $85,000, making it simultaneously the easiest and most surreal high-value sale Marcus had ever made. No negotiation. No hesitation. Just a legend buying back his own guitar and insisting on paying full market value despite having every right to expect a discount or even an apology in the form of reduced price.
As Keith prepared to leave with his guitar, carefully placing it in the vintage case, handling it with obvious affection, Marcus had to ask the question that was burning in his mind. “Why didn’t you tell me who you were when you first came in?” Keith shrugged into his worn leather jacket. “Would have ruined the fun, wouldn’t it? Plus, I wanted to see if the guitar was real before I made a fuss.
Lot of fakes out there.” “Ooh, duh. And the scratch, that was how you knew?” “That and she feels right. You know your own guitar, even after 50 years. Like meeting an old friend. You might not recognize them immediately, but once you talk to them, you know.” Marcus walked Keith to the door. “Mr. Richards, I apologize for “Don’t,” Keith interrupted.
“You were protecting your inventory. That’s your job. I showed up looking like a rough sleeper and tried to grab an $85,000 guitar. You did exactly right.” After Keith left, Marcus stood in his empty shop and tried to process what had happened. He’d told Keith Richards not to touch a guitar. Keith Richards’ own guitar.
Had treated one of the greatest guitarists in history like a potential shoplifter. And Keith had been nothing but gracious about it. Then paid full price for his own guitar back. Marcus updated his inventory, noting the sale. In the description, he wrote, “1959 Gibson Les Paul Standard, sunburst finish, sold to original owner Keith Richards, who identified provenance through personal knowledge of crescent moon scratch. Guitar has come home.
” That evening, Marcus’s phone started ringing. Apparently, Keith had posted on social media about finding and buying back his old Les Paul from a shop in Soho, about the crescent moon scratch he’d made in 1966, about the 52-year journey the guitar had taken. Collectors were calling Marcus asking what else he had.
Musicians were calling asking if they could see where Keith Richards found his old guitar. The shop that had been quiet for weeks was suddenly busy. But what Marcus remembered most wasn’t the publicity or the sale. It was the look on Keith Richards’ face when he held that guitar again. The recognition, the joy, the coming home, and the grace with which Keith had treated Marcus despite every reason to be offended.
Three days later, a package arrived at the shop. Inside was a signed photo of Keith with the Les Paul with a note, “Thanks for keeping her safe for 52 years. She’s back where she belongs. Eek, guest. Keith.” Marcus framed it and hung it prominently behind the counter next to a small handwritten sign, “Judge guitars by their sound, not their appearance. Judge people the same way.
If this powerful story about Keith Richards’ lost guitars finding their way home and the difference between value and worth moved you, remember that sometimes the scruffy-looking stranger knows more than the expert, and sometimes coming home takes 52 years.
QQ4 Bob Dylan and Keith Richards have been close friends for nearly 40 years. The friendship began on a live television program in November of 1986 in the 11 seconds after Bob Dylan called Keith Richards music derivative on camera. Keith Richard’s response to that assessment, one sentence said without anger, without performance, with the specific directness of a man who has nothing to prove and knows it made Bob Dylan laugh.
Then made Bob Dylan go quiet. then made Bob Dylan say two words that people who know Bob Dylan say he almost never said to anyone. This is the story of those 11 seconds and the 40 years that followed them. The program was a live music interview special broadcast on an American network on the evening of November 3rd, 1986. The format was simple.
Two musicians, a host, an hour of conversation about music and the state of it. The producers had assembled the pairing of Bob Dylan and Keith Richards with the specific calculation of television producers who understand that two people with equally strong and potentially incompatible views about what music is and what it should do will produce better television than two people who agree about everything.
The calculation was correct, though not in the way the producers had anticipated. Bob Dylan was 45 years old in November of 1986. Bob Dylan had released Empire Burlesque the previous year and had been on the road for most of the intervening period as part of the True Confessions tour with Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers.
Bob Dylan was in November of 1986 in one of the most prolific and restless phases of a career that had consisted almost entirely of prolific and restless phases. A career that had moved through folk, rock, country, gospel, and back again, that had been declared finished at least six times by the music press, and at each time continued with the serene indifference of a river to the opinions of people standing on its banks.
Bob Dylan had been redefining what music could be. Since 1962, Bob Dylan had invented and reinvented himself so many times that reinvention had become his defining characteristic, not in the superficial sense of a performer changing costumes, but in the deeper sense of a musician who had never allowed his work to settle into a form that could be anticipated or categorized from the outside.
Bob Dylan understood influence and originality and the relationship between them better than almost anyone alive in 1986. Bob Dylan had spent 24 years thinking carefully and specifically about where music came from and where music was going and what it meant that those two things were always in constant conversation with each other.
Keith Richards was 42 years old in November of 1986. Keith Richards had been playing guitar professionally since 1962. Keith Richards had built a career on a foundation of American blues and rhythm and blues. A foundation that Keith Richards had studied with the systematic devotion of someone who understood that the tradition he was building on was not incidental to the music he was making, but essential to it.
that you could not understand what Keith Richards did without understanding where Keith Richards had come from and what Keith Richards had been listening to since he was a teenager in Dartford with American Import Records and a secondhand guitar and no teacher except the recordings themselves. Keith Richards had never pretended otherwise. Keith Richards had in fact spent considerable energy across his career making the lineage explicit, naming the artists, citing the recordings, insisting on the acknowledgement of influence that the mainstream music
industry had a long history of suppressing or ignoring or crediting to the wrong people. If anything, Keith Richards was more transparent about his sources than most musicians of his generation. Keith Richards had always said openly that the Rolling Stones came directly from the blues, that Muddy Waters and Robert Johnson and the specific tradition of the Mississippi Delta were not background influences, but foundational ones.
The music Keith Richards made was in direct and sustained conversation with that tradition, something Keith Richards considered not a limitation, but a responsibility and a form of respect. The interview had been running for 8 minutes when the host asked Bob Dylan about the current state of rock and roll.
Bob Dylan answered with the density and the indirection that characterized Bob Dylan’s responses to direct questions, turning the question over, approaching it from an unexpected angle, finding his way to what he actually thought through a series of observations that moved like a river rather than a road. Bob Dylan was not a straightforward interview subject.
Bob Dylan had been asked about rock and roll in hundreds of interviews across 24 years and had developed the habit of treating the question as an invitation to think out loud rather than a request for a prepared position. The producer Gerald Sherman said afterward that in the first 8 minutes of the interview, he had been slightly anxious, not because anything was going wrong, but because nothing was going anywhere in particular yet.
The interview had the feeling of two conversations happening simultaneously. Bob Dylan’s internal one and the external one visible to the cameras. And Gerald Sherman was not certain in those first eight minutes that the two conversations would converge into something. Bob Dylan talked about influence. Bob Dylan talked about originality.
Bob Dylan talked about the difference between music that absorbed a tradition and transformed it and music that absorbed a tradition and reproduced it. And then Bob Dylan made his assessment. And then Bob Dylan said with the precision of a man making a musical assessment rather than a personal judgment that the Rolling Stones work, and Bob Dylan was specific, naming Keith Richards as the guitarist whose approach he was discussing was derivative in a way that Bob Dylan found limiting.
Bob Dylan said it without hostility. Bob Dylan said it as a technical observation about the relationship between source material and the work that came from it. Bob Dylan said that Keith Richards played the blues the way the blues had already been played, rather than using the blues as a starting point for something that had not yet been played.
Keith Richards had been listening to this with the specific attention Keith Richards gave to things being said about music by people who knew music. Keith Richards did not interrupt. Keith Richards did not shift in his chair or display any of the visible signals of a person preparing a defensive response. Keith Richards listened to Bob Dylan’s complete observation all the way to its conclusion without interrupting and without displaying any visible signal of preparing a response.
Then Keith Richards said one sentence. The sentence was not a rebuttal. The sentence did not defend Keith Richards music or argue for its originality or challenge Bob Dylan’s characterization of what the blues meant in the context of rock and roll. The sentence was something else entirely, something that required a specific kind of confidence to say.
The confidence of a person who has spent long enough thinking about the same things as the person they are talking to that they can locate the exact point where their thinking diverges and say something useful about that point rather than simply defending their own position. The sentence acknowledged everything Bob Dylan had said, the assessment, the distinction Bob Dylan was drawing, the specific musical concern underlying the observation, and then turned it 90°.
Keith Richards took Bob Dylan’s own framework, the one Bob Dylan had used to analyze Keith Richards relationship to the blues tradition, and applied it back to Bob Dylan’s work with the same precision Bob Dylan had used to apply it to Keith Richards. Spare aimed. The sentence asked Bob Dylan something about Bob Dylan’s own music, about the relationship between Bob Dylan’s sources and Bob Dylan’s output that Bob Dylan had not been asked on television before.
The sentence did not attack. The sentence illuminated. Bob Dylan laughed. The laugh was not the polite laugh of someone responding to a joke. The laugh was the involuntary laugh of someone who has been genuinely surprised. The specific kind of surprise that a person of exceptional intelligence experiences when someone else’s intelligence exceeds their expectations.
Bob Dylan laughed for 4 seconds. Then Bob Dylan stopped laughing. Then Bob Dylan was quiet for 3 seconds in the way that Bob Dylan was quiet when Bob Dylan was thinking rather than performing thought. Then Bob Dylan said, “You’re right.” The producer in the booth, a man named Gerald Sherman, who had been working in television for 14 years, said afterward that in 14 years of live television production, he had never heard Bob Dylan say those two words in a public forum.
Gerald Sherman said he had worked with Bob Dylan on two previous occasions and had observed Bob Dylan in numerous other contexts and that you’re right was not a phrase that Bob Dylan deployed easily or often because Bob Dylan had spent 24 years being right about music in ways that other people eventually caught up with. And the experience of being right ahead of everyone else does not generally produce a man who says you’re right readily when someone else makes a point.
The host of the program, a journalist named Patricia Wells, who had been interviewing musicians for 12 years, said afterward that the 11 seconds between Bob Dylan’s assessment and Bob Dylan saying, “You’re right,” were the most extraordinary 11 seconds of television she had been present for. Patricia Wells said that what she witnessed in those 11 seconds was not a debate or a confrontation or a celebrity exchange of competing opinions.
Patricia Wells said what she witnessed was one musician recognizing another musician as an equal, which was in the specific context of Bob Dylan in 1986, not something that happened in public very often. The interview continued for another 42 minutes after those 11 seconds. The conversation between Bob Dylan and Keith Richards in the remaining 42 minutes was described by everyone who watched it as fundamentally different from the first 8 minutes.
The host, Patricia Wells, who had been conducting music interviews for 12 years and understood the difference between the performance of conversation and actual conversation, said that at approximately the 9-minute mark, something shifted in the studio. That the formal interview, architecture dissolved, and what replaced it was something less structured and more genuine.
Bob Dylan and Keith Richards talked about influence and originality and the blues and what it meant to build on a tradition without being consumed by it. They talked about specific recordings and specific musicians with the specificity of two people who had spent their entire adult lives thinking about these things and rarely found another person who had thought about them with equivalent care.
They talked about where music came from and where music was going and whether those two questions were actually one question or two. Patricia Wells said afterward that she had asked approximately four questions in the remaining 42 minutes because Bob Dylan and Keith Richards did not require questions. They required only a room and a camera and the shared understanding that what they were saying together was worth recording carefully.
She said it was the best interview she had ever conducted and that she had conducted the smallest part of it. After the program, Bob Dylan and Keith Richards were in the corridor outside the studio when the host Patricia Wells passed them. Patricia Wells said she did not stop because she did not want to interrupt.
She observed them for approximately 30 seconds from a distance. She said they were talking with the ease of people who had known each other for years rather than people who had met for the first time 2 hours earlier. She said that something had shifted between them during the broadcast that the broadcast had made permanent rather than temporary.
She continued down the corridor and did not look back. She said in her account of that evening that she had decided in that moment not to interrupt the conversation because some conversations are more valuable than any question a journalist might ask and that the conversation she had observed for 30 seconds in the corridor outside the studio was one of them.
She had been a music journalist for 12 years. She recognized the difference. Bob Dylan and Keith Richards have maintained their friendship across four decades. They have appeared together at various events, most significantly at the concert for the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1995, where people who were present described them as inseparable for most of the evening, occupying the same corner of the backstage area and talking with the concentrated attention of people who only have a limited amount of time together and intend to use it
well. Bob Dylan has spoken about Keith Richards in interviews with the specific thoughtful care that Bob Dylan reserves for musicians whose work Bob Dylan considers genuinely important rather than merely culturally prominent. Keith Richards has spoken about Bob Dylan in similar terms with the specific respect of someone who recognizes in another person a commitment to music that goes deeper than career.
Neither Bob Dylan nor Keith Richards has made a public statement specifically about how the friendship began or about the November 1986 interview. Bob Dylan has not mentioned the 11 seconds. Keith Richards has not mentioned the sentence. The interview exists in the archive. The 11 seconds are there. The laugh is there. The two words are there.
What is also there for anyone who watches the interview from its beginning and pays attention to the shift that happens at the 9-minute mark is the specific moment when two people who thought they were appearing on a television program discovered they were actually talking to each other. What Keith Richards said in that one sentence has never been officially reported.
The people who were in the studio that evening, Gerald Sherman, Patricia Wells, the floor crew, the two camera operators, the makeup artist who was watching from the side of the set, have described the sentence in consistent terms. They have described its effect. They have described Bob Dylan’s laugh and Bob Dylan’s silence and Bob Dylan’s two words.
They have not repeated the sentence itself in the specific understanding that the sentence was said between two musicians on a television program and that its power resided in the specific context of that exchange and would not survive removal from it intact. What can be said is this. Keith Richards said something to Bob Dylan about Bob Dylan’s music that used Bob Dylan’s own observation about Keith Richards as its starting point and arrived somewhere that Bob Dylan had not anticipated.
Keith Richards turned Bob Dylan’s assessment 90° and showed Bob Dylan something about the music they had both spent their lives making that Bob Dylan recognized immediately as true. And Bob Dylan said, “You’re right.” Two words said by Bob Dylan in public on live television in 1986 to Keith Richards in response to a single sentence Keith Richards had said about music.
Two words that Gerald Sherman, who had worked with Bob Dylan on two previous occasions, said he had never heard Bob Dylan say in a public forum. Two words that Patricia Wells, who had been interviewing musicians for 12 years, said were the most significant two words she had heard in those 12 years. Not because of their content, but because of who said them and what it cost to say them and what it meant that Keith Richards had produced them in 11 seconds from a conversation that began with Bob Dylan calling Keith Richards’s music derivative. And Keith Richards and
Bob Dylan have been close friends for nearly 40 years. The sentence did its work in 11 seconds on the evening of November 3rd, 1986. The work has been ongoing ever since. If this story moved you, subscribe and leave a comment below. Have you ever said something to someone that turned a potential disagreement into an unexpected and lasting connection? Tell us about it in the comments below.
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