Stu

Stu was solid, formidable looking, with a huge protruding jaw, though he was a good-looking guy. I'm sure much of his character was influenced by his looks, and people's reactions to them, from when he was a kid. He was detached, very dry, down-to-earth and full of incongruous phrases. Driving at speed,for example, would be "going at a vast rate of knots." His natural authority over us, which never changed, was expressed as "Come on, angel drawers," "my little three-chord wonders" or "my little shower of shit." He hated some of the rock-and-roll stuff I played. He hated Jerry Lee Lewis for years--"Oh, it's all just histrionics." Eventually he softened on Jerry, he had to crumble and admit that Jerry Lee had one of the best left hands he'd ever heard. Flamboyance and showmanship were not in Stu's bag. You played in clubs, it had nothing to do with showing off.

K.Richards. Life