"I've got cab fare and my hash and that's all I need"

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Chrissie and Mick seemed to have been fighting nonstop ever since the day I met them at Adrienne Posta’s party, three years earlier. In some way he thrived on these conflicts with Chrissie. I was always amazed at how vicious their relationship was. You can hear that ferocity all over the Stones’ early records, all those scathing put-downs. Chrissie had the upper hand in the beginning; she was at least as strong as he was. But in the end he had completely worn her down. She was under his thumb, like the infamous song he wrote for her. Chrissie was from the old scene, the Swinging London of dollies and pop stars. It was a very put-together look. The wig, false eyelashes and thick makeup. The times were changing and Chrissie wasn’t. Chrissie had charge accounts in Mick’s name at Harrods, at Fortnum and Mason. All over the place. That was Mick’s way of controlling her. The turning point in their relationship had come at Tara Browne’s twenty-first birthday party in 1966, which was held at Luggala, a picturesque estate in Ireland. It was there that Mick and Chrissie took acid together for the first time. The result was apparently disastrous. You can glimpse the nerve-jangling fracture in Mick’s pitiless recital of her crack-up: “Nineteenth Nervous Breakdown.” A whole relationship gone haywire is ruthlessly appropriated in that song.