In the end, while he slags the Stones for the formulaic quality of their current product, Greenfield defaults to sycophant. Though he has no love for Jagger, he, like so many Richards' contemporaries, bows down before the Wrinkle God. "Unlike Mick, Keith makes no bones about what he has done and where he has been and all that he has seen," Greenfield writes. "He does not try to hide his sins under cover of the night [get the allusion to the title of a Stones song?] Simply, it is not the way he is made. He was like that at Nellcote and he is like that now. After all is said and done, Keith is our hero. He is also our antihero."
Is this supposed to pass for profundity? There's more depth in the grooves of Exile on Main Street.
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