I don’t know- maybe not even nine people. I know that Mick, Keith, Charlie, Pierre, my pal Johnny, the engineer and Johnny Depp know about the egg. And me. Maybe no one else. But I have the proof. It’s in my car. And I have a challenge for you audiophiles out there. But first we meander.
Everyone and everything affects everyone and everything else, and we all know about that butterfly in Africa that causes a hurricane in Florida or something like that, and you get the drift. In the spring of 1998, my pal Johnny was late for rehearsals in Toronto, where he’d join up with the Rolling Stones, already at work for their next tour, which they were going to call “Bridges to Babylon.” Johnny rolled in and waited for them to come out of their lunch break. No matter who you work for or what you do, sometimes waiting is what you do, but if you’re on the clock and it can be avoided, it should. And Johnny always had his roadie gear with him. And that’s how some traditions got started.
During rehearsals for a tour in the Eighties, Keith once opined that he was always away from home and never knew which direction home was, and he missed that. Rock ‘n’ roll rolls on duct tape, and a) it’s always in plenteous supply, b) in various colors, c) Johnny knew where to get some and d) he had his compass, and he was there to work, so Johnny made a 3-foot-round tape compass with the arrow pointed due north. Without knowing Johnny had gotten there, Keith came out of the dining area, saw the compass and said, “Johnny’s here!” I know Johnny so I understand that.