...And Woody’s Got Keith Richard

The rehearsal hall is twenty minutes outside London at Shepperton Studios, where a hefty chunk of those dreary English films that fill up your late-nite TV hours were brought into being. That big banner across the front of the soundstage read Uriah Heep (a ghost from a recent Midnight Special taping) until some witty blade spray-painted a “Di” preface which transformed it into ... well, you can easily read it for yourself. Onstage, Faces guitarist Ron Wood is trotting his pickup band through their paces in preparation for , two live gigs that were spawned out of sessions for his solo album, I’ve Got My Own Album To Do.

But this is hardly your everyday pickup band. Over there, -almost lost behind the huge Steinway piano, sits Faces mate Ian McLagan. The guitar player to his right, the one with the pasty chalk-like complexion and seemingly omnipresent head-lice, could only be Keith Richard. When Mssrs. Wood and Richard step to the mike for some harmonies on a number called “Cancel Everything,” it’s difficult at first glance to tell them apart; the effect is not unlike a degenerate Everly Brothers.