From Kieth Richards autobiography: In 1984, the Stones were in Amsterdam. Keith and Mick returned to the hotel at 5:00 AM. Mick wanted to talk with Charlie.
“Don’t call him, not at this time,” said Keith. “But he did, and said: ‘Where is my drummer?’ There was no answer, and he hung up the phone.”
According to Keith, 20 minutes later someone knocked on the door of the room he was in with Mick. It was Charlie, who, far from showing up in his pajamas at that hour, looked perfectly dressed in a suit, tie and perfume.
“I opened the door and he didn’t even look at me, he walked right past me, stood in front of Mick and said, ‘Never call me your drummer again. I am not your drummer, you are my damn singer.' Then he grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket. and gave him a right hook “, Richards recounted

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It broke my heart to see what happened to rock in the 90s. Although I'm not completely discounting it as bad music, the genre crashed from an atmosphere of love, optimism and good times to dark self-loathing and defeat. Grunge is depressing.

much like punk blossomed in response to disco's popularity, grunge was a retaliation against glam bands. For this reason, I can't ever besmirch grunge.

and I may be wrong but bands like Skinny Puppy and the Smiths were bringing that darkness and self-loathing in the mid-80s, too, so it wasn't completely new.

Those bands were more cult following while grunge was mainstream, but fair point.

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