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Wot a gig! See you Aug 7

We lost our Last Time I Drank era drummer Ron Wood over the weekend, RIP Ronnie!
From Mike’s upcoming book:

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑱𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝑹𝒐𝒏 𝑾𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔, 𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕. 𝑨 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒕-𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓, 𝑹𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒉 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒕, 𝒈𝒂𝒖𝒅𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒆 𝒋𝒆𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒐. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒇𝒊𝒕, 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒐 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒈.
𝑩𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒕-𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒌𝒆, 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒘-𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒐𝒃 𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚.
​ 𝑲𝒊𝒎𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒐𝒈𝒔. 𝑾𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍, 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑽𝒂𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒚 𝒂 𝑮𝒐 𝑮𝒐, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑴𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 ‘70𝒔.
​ 𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑹𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝑯𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝑮𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝑻𝒖𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉, 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑳𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑳𝒆𝒆’𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒆. 𝑯𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒐𝒈𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝑪5 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝑴𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒈𝒊𝒈𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔, 𝑨𝑪/𝑫𝑪, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑽𝒂𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑.
​“𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖?” 𝑰 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅.