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CR: Well, obviously Keith Richards is going to produce it. Steve and I each want our own personal midget to walk behind us and do our bidding. Rich has to be left alone in the hotel rooms with his Aleister Crowley manuscripts, and photographers are never allowed within 25 yards of his person. Ted will only ride in white garbage trucks with a police escourt and John Coltrane's casket has to be a part of the drum riser. Other thab that we're pretty flexible. JT: What about the rumored affair between Ted and Suzanne Hoffs? CR: Actually they were just into sun tanning and health foods, lots of grains you know. JT: And what about Rich jamming with Jerry Garcia out in Boulder? CR: Well, Rich toted his Marshall out there but when he saw the fat fuck was lyin' around in a pile of chicken bones and tater tot bags, he packed up his telecaster and hauled ass. JT: What about the new Ben and Jerry's ice cream flavor comin out; MR. Crowe Mix? CR: Well, it tastes like sulfur but it was Steve's idea so we let him go with it. He's real into that kind of stuff. JT: What are some things that have real meaning for the Crowe front man? CR: A drink and a good woooman; no just foolin'. My "Quest For Fire" video tape, my Lone Ranger pajamas and a luke warm bologna sandwich with the New York Times every Sunday morning. Flagpole • April 27, 1988 Page 7