These guys are major assholes. You could still like the Stones and see them at a lot of their shows, and then they would piss you the fuck off! They put this album out called "Sticky Fingers" and it's a classic album, because the album cover (the jacket) was a pair of Levis with a zipper, and you could pull the zipper down and the tongue came out. It cost the Stones a lot of money to do it, and they caught a lotta' heat for it too. The title track on the album was "Brown Sugar" and also included "Hear Me Knocking". This album just kicked fuckin' butt, man. It was one of the best albums the guys had done! And they came out on tour and played at the Palladium in Los Angeles. People who went to this show and paid their husky fuckin' fifteen bucks had to go through fuckin' ten bands before the Stones came on stage (sorta' like today's OzzFest). The other bands were hot and everything, but the Stones were headlining the show and people had paid to see them.(Larry was a somewhat impatient youth in his late twenties. Plus his band was fuckin' screamin' at the time!) People expected to see a Stones show, but by the time they came on stage (fuckin' midnight), they did four fuckin' songs and left the stage.
"I was so fuckin' heated, while I drove all the way home, I threw all the Stones tapes I had in the car out the window. When I got home, I made every fuckin' Rolling Stones album I had into a flying saucer! [Those same vinyl originals would be worth a lotta' money now!] A lot of people were pissed off. It was in the fuckin' paper. They were gonna' come back later on that year and do an outside show at the Stadium, but they didn't tell you that. They just come up, did four fuckin' numbers and fuckin' left--no encore, no nuthin'. From that day on, I did not buy a Stones album, or go to a Stones concert. Every time I'd hear a fuckin' Stones song come on the radio, I'd fuckin' flip it, man! I totally fuckin' hated these mother-fuckers! I did not go to a Stones show until 1996, when I went to the Voodoo Lounge tour on Halloween night..."
The Stones in the early days were cool. They were the bad boys of Rock 'n' Roll. They were the ugliest mother-fuckers you'd ever seen, except for Brian Jones, the pretty boy. And then they fuckin' fired him and then he died in his swimmin' pool. Even up to now, even though the guy's been dead close to forty-some-odd years, they're still not sure how he died! They just found him floatin' in his swimmin' pool at the bottom. (Maybe he fell prey to the Narcissus complex: stared too hard at his reflection in the water and fell in?) To this day, people are still not sure if it was a suicide or an "accidental death". He was an asthmatic--he had bronchial asthma really bad. And another thing was that he smoked very fuckin' heavy. Ya' know, he was a chain-smoker. That doesn't do goods for emphysema, man.
There's a lot of speculations, because the thing was that the Stones were all good friends and buddies and everything; and now they were makin' the big fuckin' money and Keith Richards and Mick were getting these big ol' fuckin' massive ego trips, and they wanted to have control of the band. Mick wanted to control writing and structuring the lyrics and shit. They literally were forcing Brian out of the fuckin' picture. Brian wrote and fuckin' did all--he was their fuckin' lead guitarist! He was second lead guitar. But Richards wanted it all and said he was the only lead, making Brian play rhythm.
To show you how much of assholes these guys were: instead of calling Brian in as a band and sittin' down as a band and sayin' "OK, here's the thing... We're goin' in this direction and you're at this direction; and you got a choice: you can either follow us, or there's the door", they didn't have the balls to fuckin' look him in the eye and tell him you're fuckin' fired, they had their fuckin' manager call him into the fuckin' office and told him that he was being replaced as of now! And who replaced him? Mick Taylor, who came from the John Mayall Band.