Here’s the deal, kid:
You didn’t stumble into some blog hoping to feel safe. You came here because something in you still twitches when a needle drops. Because you’re chasing the roar that rattles your bones and won’t let go. The Attitude ain’t here to clap for itself—it’s here to make noise, stir ghosts, and drag the truth out by its frayed guitar cable.

We’re not polishing trophies here. We’re tossing Molotovs at mediocrity. This is a shot of raw volume straight to the bloodstream. A fistfight between history and heresy. With Damone riding shotgun, the bar’s set high—and the decibels higher.

Yeah, we nod to the titans—Zeppelin’s apocalyptic swagger, Van Halen’s sugar-burnt flash, the punk kids howling in church basements and saying hell no to corporate handshakes. But we’re not candle-lighting at rock’s tomb. We’re smashing through the museum glass to steal something that still burns.

You want the guts behind the grooves, the sin behind the solos, the why behind every busted snare and broken tooth on tour? That’s what we’re here for. Not the myth sanitized—the myth on fire. No PR spin. No algorithmic slop. Just the truth, from alley whispers to back lounge brawls.

So if you’re tired of playlists that play it safe…
If you still believe a song can hit like a breakup and save you like a sermon…

Then pour one. Light whatever the hell you light.
And crank it.

Because this ain’t a blog.
This is the front-row seat to the soundtrack of your life.

That’s The Attitude. Wussies.
—Damone

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Whispers in the Alley: Keith Richards’ Blood Transfusion

“Here’s the deal, kid”

You ever party so hard your blood gets kicked out of the band? Keith Richards did. Allegedly. This is the kind of story that comes crawling out of a foggy Swiss clinic, lights a cigarette, and dares you to believe it. Whether it happened or not—well, that ain’t the point.

This is rock 'n' roll vampire lore, and like a great riff, it sticks in your head long after the amp’s gone cold.

🩸 The Story

Late '70s. Richards is deep in the heroin trench. The Rolling Stones are still standing, but barely. The tale goes like this: Keith flies to Switzerland and checks into a private clinic to get a full blood transfusion—new blood in, old blood out.

Why? Detox, baby. Not the spa kind. The full vampire treatment.

The rumor claims he walked out the same day, clean as a whistle, fresh blood pumping like a V8 engine. Said he felt like a new man. Supposedly.

📃 Published Accounts

Biographer Victor Bockris wrote about it. Richards himself has mocked the story, claiming he just had "a blood change, not a full transfusion."

In his own memoir Life, Keith shrugged it off, saying:

"I was in Switzerland. I did go to a clinic. But the transfusion thing is bollocks. I just had a good flush-out."

Still, that didn’t stop the press from running with it. Headlines read like something out of a Dracula reboot. Rock fans didn’t care if it was real. They wanted it to be real.

🧛‍♂️ Why It Sticks

Because it’s the most Keith Richards thing imaginable.

Getting a full-body blood swap to keep partying? It turns him into rock’s first functioning immortal. The story isn’t just about heroin. It’s about survival. About outliving your own damn bloodstream.

And let’s be honest—if anyone had a personal deal with the Grim Reaper, it’s Keith.

⚡️ Damone’s Take

Look, I don’t care if it was a transfusion, a detox drip, or holy water from an ancient Swiss spring. Richards walked in looking like death and walked out ready to tour. That’s legend shit.

You want truth? Read a textbook. You want The Attitude? Keith Richards changed his damn blood so he could keep playing "Brown Sugar."

And he’s still out there, baby.

💽 Soundtrack to the Madness

The Rolling Stones — Before They Make Me Run
Keith Richards — Take It So Hard
The Rolling Stones — Memory Motel

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Rock Mythology Blood & Vice Keith Richards Immortality Allegations

📩 Tell Damone What You Heard

Heard a better version? Got your own theory? Or just wanna send Keith a blood donation?

Now, that’s the attitude. —Damone

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