He carried the guitar for fifty years, and when Steven Tyler saw it, the entire arena forgot to breathe. Richard, now silver-haired and frail, had once been a fifteen-year-old kid who begged Steven for an autograph on that same battered guitar in 1973 — a memory that kept him alive when life forced him to set music aside.
It wasn’t just another night at Madison Square Garden. Fans expected fireworks, the soaring screams of Steven Tyler, and the relentless thunder of Aerosmith’s catalog. What no one anticipated was a fragile silver-haired man stepping out of the past — and carrying with him the weight of fifty years, a battered guitar, and a memory … Read more