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Always smile at the thought of him putting on his Chalk stripe 350gsm suit to walk downstairs to Jaggers hotel room and lay an Ernie Shavers thunderbolt on the point of Jaggers chin for calling him his 'Little drummer boy'.
East ham Dave awaits you charlie with his Ronnie Laine Harmonica in his hand ready to give it some, my son.
RIP XX
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"...The monkey is never dead, Dealer. The monkey never dies. When you kick him off, he just hides in a corner, waiting his turn."
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RIP Charlie Watts on 17:58 - Aug 24 with 3233 views
Lived near me when I was living in Brent Wembley with my parents as a lad. We used to listen to the Stones practising in Charlies mums prefab.Not a bad footballer either. RIP Charlie.
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RIP Charlie Watts on 21:29 - Aug 24 with 2586 views
I vaguely remember his street being pulled down, we certainly arsed around on the old foundations that remained in place for many years. They were built for people who'd been bombed out of their homes in other parts of Wembley (which was regularly targeted for the rail lines and the airfield at Northwick Park). Someone on this board also grew up on that street, I remember him recanting a story about Watts playing football. Anyway, sad to see 'em go.
My mum told me that before I was born Charlies mum would come round our house and help out with the cleaning a couple of days a week. This would have been early 1950's I guess.
RIP but a life well lived. Played for one of the world's greatest bands, earned a great living, managed to keep himself out of the limelight of fame and could go about as he liked. I guess his only possible regret was not playing enough jazz, his first love. But overall the perfect blend of playing, being successful and from what I've heard, happy.
RIP but a life well lived. Played for one of the world's greatest bands, earned a great living, managed to keep himself out of the limelight of fame and could go about as he liked. I guess his only possible regret was not playing enough jazz, his first love. But overall the perfect blend of playing, being successful and from what I've heard, happy.
One night, by chance and because we were wandering around at a loss for something to do...myself and three mates paid into the 100 Club. Had been there numerous times for raucous unaccomplished musical entertainment, but this night turned out to be some strain of jazz, which I've never really been interested in. Half empty (never seen tables on the dance floor before), when low and behold, whomever it was that was playing announces they are being joined on drums by Charlie Watts. Wish I could tell ya an interesting story, but no, he er quietly skiffled away, entertaining in a film noir sort of setting.