Townshend's insightful autobiography is worthwhile in how it accounts his creative process in creating music. This memoir is comprehensive, intimate, and candid. The memoir uniquely explores deeply into Townshend's mental state and psyche.
"We just went into the studio with the ambition to put out as good a music as we could do and we didn't really worry about whether it was going to be successful. We put it out there and it catches the public's imagination."
Author Tony Fletcher's excellent new memoir draws from that well in this charming page-turner about his experience in London from 1972 through 1980. So charming is his narrative that I forgot I was reading about his life during his most formative teenage years.
When last we were wasting time together, I'd been in London for 13 days during the second half of June, 1970. I'd plunked down the enormous sum of $65.00 U.S. for a pair of wild custom-made boots from the coolest clothes/shoes store in the world, Granny Takes A Trip.
Utterly obsessed fan that I was, I'd decided to sleep out for a full two nights under the marquee of the Fillmore East on 2nd Avenue and East 6th St. to buy tickets for The Who's Final Performance of "Tommy."
To know Pete Townshend a little is to love him. And to know Pete Townshend a lot (as guitarist, singer, rocker, lyricist, poet, author, producer, philanthropist and, objectively-speaking, visionary) is to love him even more.
Which was more amazing for you: the artistic achievement of this concert, the amount of money it raised to benefit victims of Hurricane Sandy, or the historic way the evening was shared around the world?