Oh the shark - (h)e - has such teeth, dear
You know, a few years prior to his meeting Mick Jagger, I warned Frank that Mick was awful when he drank. I knew this from ....
I'll be truthful here, I'd read an account in some magazine. Mick (drunk at a party somewhere, probably in London) purposefully bumped into a woman and "accidentally" spilled his drink down her bosom and then manhandled her as he larfed with big teeth and brushed the booze off her blouse, all the better to rudely cop a feel, as if she wouldn't mind that at all. Frank was smart to give Mick the bum's rush later on in life. I'd say to myself far away, "Frank listened!"
I also told Frank that Mick was a bit rude to my mother. As if any of this would change anyone's behavior in any way.
Folkies used to listen closely to Dave Van Ronk records, too, and say, "Hey! right there .... that's where he took a hit off a joint!" (I can't remember what song now, though). And we all knew Dave Van Ronk used to fill in the black dots on cartoon eyes as a job once.
I asked a friend for advice about a job. "Isn't there a job where I can just read books and get paid for it?" I had a book habit. She first thought about a publishing house, but cautioned me that I would be plowing through a lot of lousy material for a long time before finding a diamond. She had friends and acquaintances who wrote and published, and some of them would send her their books to read. One was so awful, a self-published book that was expensive to do back in the mid-60s, she eventually sent it back to the writer, believing that person would enjoy having a copy of her own book back, and explaining she was moving and couldn't take all her books. Self publishing was a new idea to me back then, I had no idea that people did that.