Keith Richards is like a rock & roll Batman: You never know when he’ll strike next. He shocked the crowd at the Boxcar club in Southport, Connecticut, near his crib, by jumping onstage with eighty-eight-year-old blues legend David “Honeyboy” Edwards — a dude who used to gig with Robert Johnson. Richards jammed along for two songs, ad-libbing lines such as “I had Honeyboy for breakfast, Honeyboy for tea/Honeyboy for lunch, he’s OK by me.” Honeyboy was unfazed. “Everything was all right,” he says. “I’ve played with plenty of people over the years.”
This story is from the July 8, 2004 issue of Rolling Stone.