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?
When I was in the 20s and 30s, a million questions filled my head -- would I get married, have kids, could I make a career out of writing, would I be promoted, would they like what I've written, would I lose my job, buy a house? All that noise made it tough to see the forests from the trees.
Pete became a sort of self-parody of the obnoxious promotion man. He photo-bombed so many stars -- mostly with their blessings but sometimes as a vaguely-positioned background figure -- that his photo op with the Pope led some to ask, "Who's that with Pete?"
You are about to embark on a journey into the mind of a Total D*ck when it comes to the subject of (guitars and) guitar players. It's simple, really... I know more than you. Nyaaaah Nyaaah Nyaah Nyah Nyah!
The band Styx and their beloved front-man Tommy Shaw have one fan who is so knowledgeable and so tuned in to what is happening with Shaw that she's hard to compete with and certainly, impossible to defeat when talking all things Shaw or Styx.