Anecdote of the day, courtesy of the Guardian’s interview with Mick Jagger:

There was the time when, according to Watts, Jagger called him in the middle of the night, said “Where’s my drummer then?” and told him he was ready to record. Watts got out of bed, dressed himself – immaculate as ever, suit, tie, ironed shirt – walked downstairs to meet Jagger, pulled back his arm, swung his fist, and laid him out. “Don’t you ever call me your drummer,” he said. “You are my singer.”

Fantastic.