New book reveals how Mick Jagger cheated death twice: ‘Lips were turning blue’

Mick Jagger cheated death not once but twice, according to a new Rolling Stones biography.

In 1976, the rock band’s frontman allegedly almost overdosed after doing heroin at record producer Marshall Chess’ New York City apartment on East 69th Street, Bob Spitz writes in his newly released book, “The Rolling Stones: The Biography.”

Chess claims in the book that Jagger paid a late-night visit to him after another party looking to score some drugs.

Even though Chess was allegedly trying to kick drugs at the time, he says he hopped into Jagger’s limo and visited a “Buddhist heroin dealer, he knew who was at the beck and call of New York junkies twenty-four hours a day.”

Chess claims in the book that he and Jagger, now 82, “shared a little gram of heroin,” and ten minutes later, Jagger “collapsed on the floor.”

“Mick was out cold,” Spitz writes. “Chess tried dragging him upright, even slapped him a couple of times, but – nothing,” and soon, Jagger’s “lips were turning blue.”

“I didn’t know what else to do,” Chess recalled. “I was freaked. Mick Jagger’s gonna die in my f–king apartment.”

Chess called for an ambulance, and he also called the former president of Atlantic Records Ahmet Ertegun, who arrived moments later with Faye Dunaway in tow. At the time, the actress was married to Peter Wolf, the frontman for the J. Geils Band, who were signed to Atlantic Records.

Dunaway reportedly called a pal, the president of nearby Lenox Hill Hospital, “who arranged a room where they could stash Mick so there would be no publicity,” while Chess performed mouth-to-mouth resuscitation until EMS arrived.

The “Satisfaction” singer was allegedly put on oxygen by EMS “at which point he started breathing again.”

The second time the “Miss You” singer escaped death was a little more lighthearted.

In 1984, the band gathered in Amsterdam to discuss their future and patch over some hurt feelings.

One night, Jagger and Keith Richards went out drinking together and returned to their hotel at around five in the morning.

The singer picked up the phone, dialed drummer Charlie Watts’ room, and bellowed, “Where’s my drummer?”

Twenty minutes later, Watts, impeccably dressed in a Savile Row suit, wordlessly grabbed Jagger by the collar and shouted, “Don’t ever call me your drummer!” and “then he hauled off and belted Mick square in the jaw.”

Richards recalled watching Jagger fall “backward onto a plate of smoked salmon” and slide “perilously across a table toward an open window and the canal below.”

“I just grabbed his leg and saved him from going out,” Richards said.

The book also delves into Richards’ heroin addiction and guitarist Bill Wyman’s sex life.

A spokesperson for Jagger did not respond to Page Six’s request for comment.