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Keith Richards Once Almost Went After Donald Trump With A Knife

Rolling Stones Manager Michael Cohl has reminded us all of a story about the night Keith Richards almost pulled a knife on Donald Trump and they intimidated him out of his own nightclub.

“Back in the late 1980s, the Rolling Stones called off their hiatus and did a massive tour [in Atlantic City,] netting about $100 million… The problem was that no one in the Stones wanted anything to do with Trump, even in 1989,” Mediate.com noted.

“And I opened my big mouth in the meeting with The Rolling Stones where they go, ‘This is all great, but we’re not going to be affiliated with Donald Trump. At all. Screw you.’ And I go, ‘I will control Donald Trump! Don’t you worry!'” Cohl said to Pollstar.

Mediaite.com reports:

They set up a contract that barred Trump from attending the concert or promoting it at all. Trump is all about publicity and always has been, so of course he didn’t actually stick to the script, or lack thereof. When the big night arrived, they found Trump hosting a press conference. Cohl again:

I give him the [come here gesture]. “Come on, Donald, what are you doing? A) You promised us you wouldn’t even be here and, B) you promised you would never do this.” He says, “But they begged me to go up, Michael! They begged me to go up!” I say, “Stop it. Stop it. This could be crazy. Do what you said you would. Don’t make a liar of yourself.”

After asking him not to continue speaking to the press, Cohl walked away and Trump got back on his pulpit to address the reporters. Twice. After the third time Keith Richards pulled out a knife and prepared to go to the press room for a confrontation, so Cohl threatened to cancel the entire pay-per-view performance and told Trump to leave, prompting the future presidential candidate to start screaming.

Finally, Cohl, in his own words, one last time:

And I notice the three shtarkers he’s with, in trench coats, two of them are putting on gloves and the other one is putting on brass knuckles. I go on the walkie-talkie and I call for Jim Callahan, who was head of our security, and I go, “Jim, I think I’m in a bit of trouble.” And he says, “Just turn around.”

I turn around. He’s got 40 of the crew with tire irons and hockey sticks and screwdrivers.

“And now, are you gonna go, Donald?”

And off he went.

And that was the night I fired Donald Trump.

That isn’t the first time Trump has faced off with a musical artist who was none too pleased to be associated with him, either.

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