In a recent interview with "Esquire," Keith Richards told everyone what he really thinks of these dweebs called The Beatles:
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Celebrity musician drama has a long history. Ye bards of olde probably talked sh*t about each other's lute tuning hundreds of years ago. Now, in modern times (but practically a hundred years past the apex of their rivalry), Keith Richards is still throwing shade at The Beatles:
[Interviewer]: I've been thinking about Rubber Soul, Revolver, Sgt. Pepper, and The White Album and listening to Beggars Banquet, Let It Bleed, Sticky Fingers, and Exile on Main St. Over the past 20 years, I've listened to that Stones stuff far more often.
[Keith Richards]: No, I understand—the Beatles sounded great when they were the Beatles. But there's not a lot of roots in that music. I think they got carried away. Why not? If you're the Beatles in the '60s, you just get carried away—you forget what it is you wanted to do. You're starting to do Sgt. Pepper. Some people think it's a genius album, but I think it's a mishmash of rubbish, kind of like Satanic Majesties—"Oh, if you can make a load of shit, so can we."
We get it, The Rolling Stones are gods among men! Never have they stepped a foot wrong! Mick Jagger will always be considered much sexier than Keith Richards! The world turns!
He also managed to blame horny women for why The Beatles stopped touring so early:
[Interviewer]: You couldn't hear the music.
[Keith Richards]: No. Especially in those days—there were no PAs. And 3,000 screaming chicks could just wail you out of the whole place. Just looking at the crowd, you could see them dragging the chicks out, sweating, screaming, convulsing. Astonishing, even at that age. At the same time, a whole roomful of chicks yelling at you is not so shabby, either. Because the year before, nobody would look at you. But they talk about us—the Beatles, those chicks wore those guys out. They stopped touring in 1966—they were done already. They were ready to go to India and shit.
You hear that, ladies? You drove them away with your rabid thirst. Next time you're at a One Direction concert, keep your mouth shut and your legs crossed, or Zayn won't be the only one flying the coop.