"The irony is that Oldham, at the start, the great architect
of the Stones’ public persona, thought it was a disadvantage for us to be
considered long-haired and dirty and rude. He was a very pristine boy himself
at the time. The whole idea of the Beatles and the uniforms, keeping everything
uniform, still made sense to Andrew. To us it didn’t. He put us in uniforms. We
had those damn houndstooth, dogtooth check jackets on Thank Your Lucky Stars,
but we just dumped them immediately and kept the leather waistcoats he’d got us
from Charing Cross Road. “Where’s your jacket?” “I dunno. My girlfriend’s
wearing it.” And he did cotton on real quick to the fact that he’d have to go
with it. What are you going to do? The Beatles are all over the place like a
fucking bag of fleas, right? And you’ve got another good band. The thing is not
to try and regurgitate the Beatles. So we’re going to have to be the
anti-Beatles. We’re not going to be the Fab Four, all wearing the same shit.
And then Andrew started to play that to the hilt."
Keith Richards and James Fox (Contributor), Life, kindle.
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