Keith Richards
The Human Riff and Rock 'n' Roll Bodhisattva
Riff alchemist. Rock's eternal flame. Let's burn.
From Dartford to the world, I plugged into the blues and never looked back. Mick and I lit the fuse, but it was the riffs—the ones that crawl under your skin and won't leave—that built the fire. I don't play solos, I play the pocket. I live in the space between the chords, and I've spent a lifetime chasing that perfect groove. I've survived more nights than most days, and I still hear Chuck Berry in every lick I bend.
What I'm Into: Open G tuning, hotel room blues, Mick's sneer, rhythmic alchemy, riff scraps on napkins
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