HONKY TONK WOMEN IS STILL AT THE TOP OF THE CHARTS and the boy bouncing on my lap is a piece of me. There's Ken, offering to give the baby a black baptism. He wants to film the even for a sinister sequence of Invocation. Anita's out upstairs. Uh, I guess we'll pass, Mr. Anger.
Mick wanted to be at Woodstock. But he stayed away for security reasons. I don't know what kind of mob job he's mixed up in, but when you can't even go to a love-in for fear of being knocked off things are pretty bad.
That Fleet Street type with bad breath hanging out backstage after Hyde Park, bats circling his big top hat where butterflies should be--what's his angle on our little circus?