He had joined the Rolling Stones in 1963, trained as a graphic artist, in addition to being an exceptional drummer. had been born in London, son of Richard Watts, a truck driver and Lilian Charlotte Evans.
What remains to be said. That they are disappearing little by little, great generations of musicians of enormous artistic quality, that we are losing the best. That if reggaeton or as it is written is the option, the alternative, is that something we have done very wrong. We have not been able to instill in these new generations what real music is, we have allowed them to believe that pressing three keys, distorting the voice and putting a "rhythm" machacón until we are fed up, that is music.
A great drummer disappears, not only from the Rollings, from jazz, that music that seems so boring and that few can play with mastery, through incredible improvisations and that Watts played with his band. Charlie Watts Quintet.
What a caricature I made years ago, from Rolling Stones, to remember this day, as one of the saddest in music, along with other giants we have lost. It's time, not anything else, but reflects our inability and limitations to transmit to the new generations, another value, other than the fast, the easy, the conformist, and the thinking, before accepting unconditionally, everything, absolutely everything, that makes us swallow
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