(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction had just topped the charts and the band were on the cusp of global fame. Screaming teenagers pursued them everywhere. Off stage, they still had the cocky, brittle confidence of sixth-formers on a school trip. On stage, excitable fans, wanting little more than to touch their heroes, were chased back and forth by red-faced security men. Jagger, Richards, Wyman and Jones promptly dropped their instruments and bolted for the wings; the unflappable Watts played on. Endearingly, none of the hyperventilating Irish teenagers dared to interrupt him.
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