Mick Jagger, My Father (Conclusion)

Most records of the band’s touring and work schedule shows them far removed from the great white north. Well, that does not prove anything, either. I look at my mother and that nervous smile on her face and think about the time she told me that my father took me to the islands to visit my relatives soon after I was born, and I got so sick that he vowed never to bring me there again. Was there something in my genetic makeup that would not allow me to bear the weather, the food, the change in climate? A little goat’s head soup may have been just what I needed. At least, that’s what Mick would have wanted.