During the mid-'80s, in the middle of the night, an intoxicated Jagger phoned up Watts's hotel room and asked, "Where's my drummer?" Watts got up, shaved, put on a suit, tie, and freshly shined shoes, walked down the stairs, punched Jagger in the face, and said, "Don't ever call me your drummer again. You're my fucking singer!"
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