Keith had a reputation
for showing up at places and having to be carried out of them. With this in mind, I decided to have the clothes changes on set instead of in the dressing room. I didn't want him to leave my sight. As I took pictures he changed shirts, assistants changed backgrounds, and the music blasted. Things were going really well. Though he drank a couple of bottles of whiskey and smoked some of the biggest joints I had ever seen, he didn't appear the least bit drunk or stoned. Keith had brought his girlfriend Patti Hansen, who had been watching it all. I asked her to be in some pictures with him. She seemed to float right into his arms. They held each other and started turning in a circle. My assistants and I followed them like a team. It felt as though we were all part of his dance. But something was wrong. I was seeing two Keiths and two Pattis. I excused myself and went into the bathroom. After about an hour, one of the assistants came into the bathroom and saw me lying on the floor. She closed the door and told Keith I was too shy to come out! The session was over. I never imagined that breathing the same air as him could be that dangerous. I never thought it would be me, not Keith Richards, who would pass out at the shoot.
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