I just read a statement from The Rolling Stones confirming Charlie Watts passed away.

While I have never been a Stones fan, credit must always be given where due. Rest In Peace, sir.

The best Charlie Watts story is a pretty well known one. The stones were in a hotel late at night and Charlie had turned in when Mick Jagger, for whatever reason, started calling him and yelling at him saying something along the lines of where is my drummer.

Charlie got up, dressed in a suit, went to wherever Jagger was calling from and punched him square in the face saying, I’m not your drummer. You’re my singer. Every piece of that story is gold but for me it’s him putting on a suit that makes it priceless.