Speaker 1: Blood on the Tracks is the production of I Heart
Speaker 1: Radio and Double Elvis. Phil Specter was a musical genius,
Speaker 1: one of the most successful record producers of all time.
Speaker 1: He's now sitting behind bars, serving a nineteen years to
Speaker 1: life sentence for murder. This is his story told by
Speaker 1: his so called friends. This is Special Agent Polomon with
Speaker 1: the Federal Grew of Investigation, working case number double oh
Speaker 1: four Dash one zero DAP seven four one nine case
Speaker 1: subject of Specter, Philip Harvey. This information pertains to the
Speaker 1: period end in December. Interview subject of Specter, Veronica Yvette.
Speaker 1: Interview number seven dash zero five Dash three six Dash
Speaker 1: six three Recall number one, February fourteenth, two thousand five.
Speaker 1: As time went on, they started writing about him being
Speaker 1: a genius. He'd say, yeah, I am a genius, and
Speaker 1: then they'd say he's the mad genius. So he became
Speaker 1: the mad genius. Anything they wrote about him became He's
Speaker 1: a recluse, So he became a recluse. I think if
Speaker 1: Phil hadn't read anything about himself, he'd still be the same.
Speaker 1: But that's the story that he became a replicate of
Speaker 1: everything he read about himself. I wouldn't say he's mad.
Speaker 1: I think a lot of times he's pretending to be,
Speaker 1: because I've seen him straight, and I've seen him act
Speaker 1: with that way of his A lot of it may
Speaker 1: be mad, but a lot of it is certainly intentional
Speaker 1: to let people wonder what is this guy all about.
Speaker 1: I think he's always wanted He's always wanted to be
Speaker 1: an artist on his own. He just didn't have the
Speaker 1: talent own or the voice. I think he's afraid to
Speaker 1: go back in the studio, afraid that it won't be
Speaker 1: a hit and that people would start saying he's not
Speaker 1: such a genius. Wants to keep that title, and you
Speaker 1: can't keep that title. We gont We have a little
Speaker 1: bottle traps Chapter two. Phil Specter and Ronnie Specter m Oh, honey,
Speaker 1: I knew them all the rolling Stones opened for us.
Speaker 1: Keith Richards put his eyes on me, honey. He wished
Speaker 1: his hands were on me too. When the Beatles came
Speaker 1: to America for the first time, Ringo called me from
Speaker 1: their hotel room. They were so green. Can you picture it?
Speaker 1: Ringo star calling Veronica been at a girl from Spanish
Speaker 1: Harlem calling Ronnie for a hot tip. From the first time,
Speaker 1: Me and the girls put our hair up and beehives.
Speaker 1: From the first time we walked down West forty with
Speaker 1: thick eyeliner, dressed to the nines, we floated on air.
Speaker 1: We glided real smooth, you see. From the first time, Honey,
Speaker 1: it was go time. It was We stood in line
Speaker 1: at the Peppermint Lounge, walked that walk. That walk got
Speaker 1: us the nod. The bouncer thought we were the entertainment.
Speaker 1: We took the Expressway to the front of that line.
Speaker 1: From that first time, doors opened behind one door, Keith Richards,
Speaker 1: behind another door, John Lennon behind doin number three, a
Speaker 1: hit record like you wouldn't believe you couldn't walk half
Speaker 1: a block in New York City in the summer of
Speaker 1: nineteen sixty three and not here be my baby coming
Speaker 1: out of some tenement window or a car stereo. So,
Speaker 1: of course I thought that a life with Phil would
Speaker 1: lead to more of the same. We'd be cut into
Speaker 1: the front of every line, calling up the stars on
Speaker 1: the phone, webbing elbows all that. Baby. But life with
Speaker 1: Phil closed more doors than it opened, Honey. The only
Speaker 1: door that Phil opened for me was the closet door,
Speaker 1: and he shoved me in there. I am serious, honey.
Speaker 1: The closets at the house unlock Collina were big, but
Speaker 1: they weren't that big. He kept me in that house
Speaker 1: like a prisoner. I have said it before and I'll
Speaker 1: say it again. I was his prisoner. If I wanted
Speaker 1: to leave, wanted to go anywhere, for a walk, for
Speaker 1: a drive, go shopping, go see my friends, I had
Speaker 1: to ask George Brand to let me out of my
Speaker 1: own damn house. You see, I was treated like a child.
Speaker 1: I was a prisoner. George lived in the basement. George
Speaker 1: and his gun permit. Phil hired him as his latest bodyguard.
Speaker 1: This was after Big Red, after a mill farcus bodyguard.
Speaker 1: Though George was just another way of Phil justifying all
Speaker 1: the ship he did made him feel like a big man.
Speaker 1: Phil could tell you to fuck right off, and if
Speaker 1: you didn't like it, George would appear from behind Phil's
Speaker 1: shoulders to make sure there were no problems. Back to
Speaker 1: this closet, though, He locked me in the damn closet upstairs, Honey.
Speaker 1: He liked to shoot me away to the bedroom when
Speaker 1: company came over. Make myself scarce like I was some
Speaker 1: kept prize. Except he never wanted to show anyone his prize.
Speaker 1: He wanted the prize so he could say he had
Speaker 1: the prize, that he and no one else had it.
Speaker 1: He had me, And there I was that night, locked
Speaker 1: in the closet upstairs. He forced me inside, closed the door,
Speaker 1: locked it with a pad lock or some ship. He
Speaker 1: had even put a lock on our liquor cabinet around
Speaker 1: this time. He said, I had been drinking too much.
Speaker 1: But honey, I took a screwdriver to that lock and
Speaker 1: busted it wide open. Wasn't my first rodeo. He put
Speaker 1: a bigger lock on it, and I found a bigger screwdriver.
Speaker 1: There wasn't much I could do from inside that closet.
Speaker 1: I screamed, Oh I did, I yelled. I banged my
Speaker 1: fist against the doors. This wasn't no live from the
Speaker 1: Peppermint Lounge, Honey. I wasn't floating my way out from
Speaker 1: between that rock in a hard place. With a beehive
Speaker 1: and a smile, Phil went downstairs to shoot pool with
Speaker 1: Don Krishner. They probably reminisced about the past, which Phil
Speaker 1: was obsessed with, his past hits, his past success, his
Speaker 1: past fame, all of which eluded him now and when
Speaker 1: was this nineteen sixty nine. Probably. I mean, he's got
Speaker 1: the singer of one of the biggest hits of the
Speaker 1: sixties stuck in a closet on the second floor of
Speaker 1: his twenty one room mansion in Beverly Hills. Is it
Speaker 1: any wonder that fame eluded him? Fame is a fickle bitch.
Speaker 1: Honey Manson had him paranoid and anxious wired. Why do
Speaker 1: you think George was sleeping in the basement with loaded weapons.
Speaker 1: We came home from a trip to Vegas that August.
Speaker 1: Right after it happened, Phil went into a crisis mode.
Speaker 1: Hollywood went into crisis mode. He installed a chain link fence,
Speaker 1: barbed wire. He had some warning signs put around the place,
Speaker 1: you know, no trespassing, that kind of thing. And then
Speaker 1: you got a couple of dogs, attack dogs. I hated
Speaker 1: those dogs. At this point, the point when I'm stuck
Speaker 1: in this huge closet, I had already tried to start
Speaker 1: the divorce process once we were not living the life
Speaker 1: I had envisioned, And now I wondered why I had
Speaker 1: dropped it. He had me caged like an enemy. Don
Speaker 1: heard my screaming and my bang, and he came running
Speaker 1: from downstairs. Pool could wait. Whatever story they were batting
Speaker 1: around could wait. He could tell something was wrong, that
Speaker 1: someone was in need of his help. Phil. Phil wouldn't
Speaker 1: help nobody unless it helped him. Don through the closet
Speaker 1: door open and pulled me out by my arm. He
Speaker 1: led me all the way down the stairs, and and
Speaker 1: he kept going. We walked fast, right past Phil, past
Speaker 1: the antique French furniture, past the nineteenth century oil paintents,
Speaker 1: passed the photos of me that he had plastered all
Speaker 1: over the walls, next his Picasso, the Matador, past the
Speaker 1: Steinway grand piano. Don kept walking until we were out
Speaker 1: of that house, and then he asked me where I
Speaker 1: wanted to go. He would take me anywhere but there,
Speaker 1: and I let him. I don't remember where we wound
Speaker 1: up going, but I do remember that it wasn't long
Speaker 1: before I was back at that mansion and back with Phil.
Speaker 1: It started real sweet, real innocent. He started with guitars
Speaker 1: tuning up and drum sets pounding out a determined rhythm.
Speaker 1: He started with the promise of two and a half
Speaker 1: minute song, short but life changing. It started down an
Speaker 1: alley off Santa Monica Boulevard near Vine Gold Star Recording Studios.
Speaker 1: You'll be amazed just how much can be done with
Speaker 1: nineteen sixty. Throughout was twenty Phil was three. I didn't
Speaker 1: even know he was married. He would bring me by
Speaker 1: his apartment and I'd ask him about all the women's
Speaker 1: clothes that were on his floor, on the edge of
Speaker 1: the bed, and he told me they belonged to his sister.
Speaker 1: It was Darlene who told me he was married. He
Speaker 1: was with a girl named Annette. They were newly weds, actually,
Speaker 1: but at gold Star, at that tiny hole in the
Speaker 1: wall studio that he loved. For whatever reason, it was
Speaker 1: all me. He definitely favored me over a Stella Nedra.
Speaker 1: He focused on me, doated on me, and I ain't
Speaker 1: gonna lie, honey. I liked the attention. Pretty Soon he
Speaker 1: had me come sit with him in the control room,
Speaker 1: a smaller room within a small room, being a circle
Speaker 1: inside a small circle. I felt bad leaving a Stella
Speaker 1: Nedra behind, but what can I say? I thought I
Speaker 1: could step on that pedestal he was offering without it
Speaker 1: changing me. What was that Tina song? A fool in love?
Speaker 1: He's got me smiling when I should be ashamed, got
Speaker 1: me laughing. When my heart is in pain, Bhil started
Speaker 1: throwing his weight around. He would put himself between me
Speaker 1: and other men. I didn't want anyone else making eye
Speaker 1: contact with me, didn't want anyone talking to me. He
Speaker 1: was marking his territory, staking his claim. And though it
Speaker 1: may have seemed so at first, it wasn't a fairy tale.
Speaker 1: First off, he was married, newly married, you know the type.
Speaker 1: And second he was unreasonable for a guy who was
Speaker 1: stepping out on his brand new wife, he could be
Speaker 1: awfully entitled. Before we were even official. He was pulling
Speaker 1: power moves whenever I left golds Are without telling Phil,
Speaker 1: even if I just walked out the door and into
Speaker 1: the alley. Phil went from my lovable genius to he
Speaker 1: got possessive, controlling, maniacal, even if it was just to
Speaker 1: grab burgers down the street with Sonny Bono. Sonny was
Speaker 1: a jack of all trades for Phil. Hold that prison,
Speaker 1: this bangers, can't drive that car. Phil's cravings were routine,
Speaker 1: expected a dog from Pinks Burger, from stands driving. He'd
Speaker 1: send Sunny to grab burgers and bring them back to
Speaker 1: gold Star. So one day Sunny runs out for burgers,
Speaker 1: not because Phil asked him too, but because he wants
Speaker 1: to burger l A burgers ain't nothing like him. They
Speaker 1: come wrapped in these paper sleeves, self contained bliss with
Speaker 1: a thick tomato slice in the middle. Sunny tells me
Speaker 1: he's going to stands. I grabbed Nedra to run out with.
Speaker 1: Keep him company, get some fresh air. That gold Star
Speaker 1: air that got stale, Honey got stale real quick. Phil
Speaker 1: must have flown off the handle when he realized I
Speaker 1: had left. When we got back to gold Star with
Speaker 1: the Burgers, it looked like a bomb had gone off.
Speaker 1: Ship was knocked around, a chair upside down, Mike's hands
Speaker 1: on the ground, papers scattered everywhere, Tape unspooled from the reels.
Speaker 1: Phil was out of breath, his face was red. His
Speaker 1: hair the rug he had started wearing to add some
Speaker 1: depth to his hair he was losing, was must up.
Speaker 1: He looked three seconds away from exploding. He called Sunny
Speaker 1: Sonny Bozo. After that, Sunny's girl Share took me dancing
Speaker 1: one night at the Purple Onion on the Strip, a
Speaker 1: jazz joint that had dance contest nights. We went on
Speaker 1: one of those dance nights, cut loose through the twist
Speaker 1: and all of that, and here comes Phil, a bat
Speaker 1: out of hell, straight in through the front door, across
Speaker 1: the dance floor. He pulled my ass out of there
Speaker 1: so fast made the twist seem like a slow waltz.
Speaker 1: We kept our relationship secret for many years, even though
Speaker 1: it was obvious to those who are around us the most.
Speaker 1: I was a little embarrassed, not just that he was
Speaker 1: still married, but for the way he treated me. But
Speaker 1: I held out, held out for the promise that the
Speaker 1: better days would outweigh the bad ones, that he would
Speaker 1: be less unreasonable, less volatile. Once he split from a Net,
Speaker 1: we would hold court with the princess and queens of
Speaker 1: pop music and really be somebody. He got a Mexican
Speaker 1: divorce in the mid sixties, around the time he moved
Speaker 1: to la for good. He hated l A, the son,
Speaker 1: the drugs, the people who would turned their noses up
Speaker 1: at him when he was a kid kicking around the
Speaker 1: Fairfax District. He was the least likely l A person
Speaker 1: to be in l A. But he felt he could
Speaker 1: bend the l A musicians to his will in a
Speaker 1: way that New Yorkers never would. He had to be here.
Speaker 1: We got married in April nineteen. They shot after King
Speaker 1: a few days before the wedding. Dr Martin Luther King,
Speaker 1: he apostle of non violence civil rights, has been a
Speaker 1: shot to death this gynesty. I thought my wedding was over.
Speaker 1: We were all in shock over the news. Phil Phil
Speaker 1: went somewhere dark, somewhere alone. Anything about him, the kid
Speaker 1: he's He locked himself in the bedroom for days, brought
Speaker 1: in a reel to reel with them, spools of Doctor
Speaker 1: King's speeches, and he just listened to Dr King talk
Speaker 1: for days on end. People. He told me that I
Speaker 1: just married him for his money, for his fame, and
Speaker 1: you know what baby moments like those, when he piled
Speaker 1: on the anger and the insult, moments like those. Sure,
Speaker 1: maybe I did it for the money and the fame
Speaker 1: and the attention. I'd say I didn't like what he
Speaker 1: had become, but it's fairly obvious that he had always
Speaker 1: been that way. I wasn't going back down My Spanish
Speaker 1: Harlem roots would snap back if they got bent. I
Speaker 1: yelled back at him, told him he was washed up,
Speaker 1: that he hadn't made a good record in years. Then
Speaker 1: he came after me. I spent my wedding night, locked
Speaker 1: in the bathroom at the mansion on lack Colina with
Speaker 1: my mother. Bill banged on the door and he made
Speaker 1: some heartfelt clean that he banged on the door again.
Speaker 1: I didn't let him in all night. We'll be right
Speaker 1: back after this word World, World, Look, honey, I'll be
Speaker 1: the first to admit it. I was drinking too much.
Speaker 1: I was drinking so much that I crashed the camaro.
Speaker 1: This was the the white Camaro, the one Phil got
Speaker 1: me for my twenty fifth birthday. My initials in silver
Speaker 1: on the glove box. I'll remember the day I got it,
Speaker 1: August nine, a white ribbon raft around it. That first sight,
Speaker 1: I was in love. But there was a caveat with
Speaker 1: that gift. There was always a caveat With Phil. He
Speaker 1: boughted an inflatable man doll that I had to leave
Speaker 1: in the passenger seat anytime I drove around town on
Speaker 1: my own. His paranoia and his need to control me
Speaker 1: were reaching a fever pitch in tandem. God forbid, someone
Speaker 1: saw me driving around l A on my own. What
Speaker 1: were they gonna do? Flag me down? Hop in the
Speaker 1: car with me, make violent love to me right there
Speaker 1: on the leather so I had too many drinks one day.
Speaker 1: The more I thought about Phil, the more irritated I became.
Speaker 1: He wasn't making new music with me. He was barely
Speaker 1: making any music at all. I hadn't sunk on a
Speaker 1: record in years. I had no social life. Film made
Speaker 1: sure that I could barely think for myself at home
Speaker 1: without asking Phil for mission first, so I had another
Speaker 1: drink and another. Then I got behind the wheel of
Speaker 1: the Camaro, stuck an unlit cigarette and the mouth of
Speaker 1: the blow up doll, and put it in drive. New
Speaker 1: safety features are standing, which scattered hours. The last thing
Speaker 1: I remember was swerven to avoid noncoming tree, and then
Speaker 1: I was out. The Camaro was hanging off the side
Speaker 1: of a cliff. How I didn't fall off the side
Speaker 1: of the cliff to plummet to my death as anyone's guess.
Speaker 1: Maybe God was the it out for me that day,
Speaker 1: or maybe he wasn't. He He did send me right
Speaker 1: back into the arms of Phil Spector. After all. My
Speaker 1: next birthday, my twenty six birthday, we were in Vegas
Speaker 1: to see Elvis Presley. Immediately after the show, Phil couldn't
Speaker 1: wait to ditch me for the King On my birthday, honey.
Speaker 1: He barely said one word to me and pushed his
Speaker 1: way through the crowd to get up close and personal
Speaker 1: with Elvis. I went back to the hotel and got hammered.
Speaker 1: It would be birthday to me, so let'sten. I adopted
Speaker 1: Dante to Phil a hole. I thought being a mother
Speaker 1: would give me something to focus on and not go
Speaker 1: over the edge, like like I had driven over the
Speaker 1: edge and the camaro. But Phil wanted people to think
Speaker 1: I had actually given birth. See he told me to
Speaker 1: stuff a pillow under my shirt when we had company,
Speaker 1: and then he doubled down. On children, He tripled down.
Speaker 1: He adopted the twins, Gary and Lewis without even telling me.
Speaker 1: He didn't even tell me. We drove home one day
Speaker 1: and there they were, blonde hair flowing in the wind
Speaker 1: as they ran around the mansion. Merry Christmas, that's what
Speaker 1: he said to me. The kids didn't stop me from
Speaker 1: thinking about performing again. Seeing Elvis gave me the bug
Speaker 1: and I couldn't shake it. I deserved to be on
Speaker 1: the same stage as Elvis. I told Phil we needed
Speaker 1: to do something. It was time. It was beyond time.
Speaker 1: Phil had just worked with George Harrison on all things
Speaker 1: must pass, and George told him. I think, oh boy,
Speaker 1: a Beatle has a song for me. The next thing
Speaker 1: I know, I'm signed up to Apple Records and phillis
Speaker 1: telling everybody about my comeback album and we fly out
Speaker 1: to London to Abbey Road Studios to cut a record
Speaker 1: with a Beatle. So George gives me this song, try some,
Speaker 1: buy some. I think, what is this shit? I had
Speaker 1: no idea what that song was about, and it was
Speaker 1: out of my range too. It was too high. I
Speaker 1: just couldn't believe that this was a song to bring
Speaker 1: my career back from the dead. It was mid tempo,
Speaker 1: plotting and feel as usual, drenched it with an orchestra.
Speaker 1: I just didn't get it, Honey, Maybe I was just
Speaker 1: getting lost with the times. Well, the song was a flop.
Speaker 1: Phil was depressed. How I was depressed. The comeback album
Speaker 1: never happened. I never came back, so I continued to
Speaker 1: hit the bottom. Whatever bottle I could find. Drinking gave
Speaker 1: me an escape. When I had nowhere to escape too.
Speaker 1: I was sent to doctors, to institutions. Eventually Phil had
Speaker 1: me join a a So I played that game. Didn't
Speaker 1: play it very well. It was a game I didn't
Speaker 1: feel like playing. When I came back from a a
Speaker 1: the mansion was locked every door. There wasn't a soul inside.
Speaker 1: Philip kept me in, and now he was keeping me out.
Speaker 1: I couldn't keep up. My mother was inside and heard
Speaker 1: my screams to open the goddamn door. She left me
Speaker 1: in the side entrance that the housekeeper and cook used,
Speaker 1: and then phil was there in my face. He was drunk.
Speaker 1: He had sent me to psychiatrists, into sanitariums, into a
Speaker 1: a for being drunk, and now he was drunk. I mean, hello,
Speaker 1: pot meat kettle. He was yelling like he always did,
Speaker 1: told me I was a drunk, told me I must
Speaker 1: be having an affair, told me to lowyer up. He
Speaker 1: put his hands on me, in my face, tackled me
Speaker 1: to the ground, told me he would have me killed
Speaker 1: if I left the house. That he had already bought
Speaker 1: a coffin for my funeral. It was solid gold. The
Speaker 1: next morning I made my escape. I walked out the
Speaker 1: front door, the same door he had locked on me,
Speaker 1: so I couldn't get back in the same door I
Speaker 1: hadn't been able to walk through on my own for years. Later.
Speaker 1: He tracked me down and called me on the phone,
Speaker 1: told me he threw out all my ship. That's what
Speaker 1: he said. He said it was all stuft into a
Speaker 1: garbage can on Las Siennago. He wouldn't tell me the
Speaker 1: cross street. That was it, honey. That was the last
Speaker 1: time I spoke to Phillis his wife. Took a few
Speaker 1: more years before we were legally divorced. But from that
Speaker 1: moment on, I was done. If I ever saw him
Speaker 1: again after that moment, I've already forgotten. February two, New
Speaker 1: York City, Ronnie Spector cashed another alimony check. She flipped
Speaker 1: it over to endorse it and saw the same stamped
Speaker 1: message that she had come to expect and faded black ink.
Speaker 1: It read fuck you. Phil was still demeaning her through
Speaker 1: his corrid ordered monthly payments, still jockeying for the upper
Speaker 1: hand the last word, still imagining he could lord over
Speaker 1: her from a top, high heeled shoes that ignored his
Speaker 1: Napoleonic frame. The stamp that he put on the back
Speaker 1: of every check gaslighted Ronnie in the same way. It
Speaker 1: said that she had been the problem, not him. How
Speaker 1: could a genius be the source of the problem, After all,
Speaker 1: before the checks with the funk you stamps. There are
Speaker 1: even more passive aggressive payouts. The second alimony payment he
Speaker 1: ever made consisted entirely of Nichols, all fifty dollars. It
Speaker 1: was delivered by armed guards with shotguns. Phil had it all.
Speaker 1: The mansion of the children, the Camaro, the career. Ronnie
Speaker 1: got a monthly payment from her ex husband, but she
Speaker 1: didn't have much more than that. She had no label,
Speaker 1: she had no producer. She didn't even hear her songs
Speaker 1: coming out of car stereos on the streets of Spanish
Speaker 1: Harlem anymore. When Ronnie thought of the things that gave
Speaker 1: her comfort and joy, she noted that they had all
Speaker 1: been taken away from her, her children, her freedom, her career,
Speaker 1: her dignity, her sanity. When she thought of the things
Speaker 1: that had seemed so easy seems second nature, things like
Speaker 1: waltzing to the front of the line at the Peppermint Lounge,
Speaker 1: or hearing the opening thundercrack on a playback of Walking
Speaker 1: in the Rain with Phil in the control room, those
Speaker 1: things seemed like a lifetime away. It had all been
Speaker 1: so easy, and then it got unbelievably hard. She wanted
Speaker 1: it to be easy again. But if she couldn't go
Speaker 1: back in time. The least she could do is forget
Speaker 1: about the present. She poured herself a glass of cognac
Speaker 1: in bed and reclined. When she woke up, her pillow
Speaker 1: was wet, and so was her signature beehive hair do.
Speaker 1: The bottle of cognac had fallen over when she fell asleep.
Speaker 1: Her bed was soaked. Frustrated that she was now out
Speaker 1: of cognac and in a wet bed, she lit a cigarette.
Speaker 1: She took a long, slow drag, started to think about
Speaker 1: how she could make it easy again, and then she
Speaker 1: drifted off. When she woke up for the second time,
Speaker 1: there was smoke coming from her head, flames on the pillow.
Speaker 1: She reached up to touch her beehive, and it was gone.
Speaker 1: Everything was gone. Seventy five was a long way from
Speaker 1: nineteen sixty four. In nineteen sixty four, when Ronnie, Estelle
Speaker 1: and Nadre stepped off a plane in London, the talk
Speaker 1: of the town on two continents, their entire lives and
Speaker 1: careers ahead of them, the girl group to begin and
Speaker 1: end all girl groups. The in sound from Spanish Harlemtown.
Speaker 1: Ronnie was hounded by everyone, wanted by everyone, desired by everyone.
Speaker 1: There wasn't one man who crossed your path who didn't
Speaker 1: want to be your baby. Not least of all was
Speaker 1: Keith Richards, who, despite Phil Specter's warning to the Stones
Speaker 1: manager Andrew lock Oldham, developed a lump in the throat,
Speaker 1: pain in the heart crush sean Ronnie that wasn't easily shaken.
Speaker 1: Ronnie shook Keith to the core, shook him right out
Speaker 1: of his bad boy pose and into one of a
Speaker 1: love struck puppy. Oldham would tell him to knock at all,
Speaker 1: and Phil Specter would tell him to watch himself. But
Speaker 1: Keith didn't easily knock off. Keith wasn't easily watched. Keith
Speaker 1: and Ronnie and Phil will be twisted up together in
Speaker 1: nineteen sixty four and beyond, and Keith would have his
Speaker 1: own secrets to keep in stories to tell, secrets and
Speaker 1: stories from a time back before things soured with Ronnie
Speaker 1: and Phil, back before Phil burrowed deeper into a life
Speaker 1: of solitude, paranoia, and murder. All to keep that title,
Speaker 1: that genius title, because you can't keep that title without
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