"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."
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.
The world has just lost an undisputed Master of Cinema, English director Ken Russell. Truly, it's hard to believe that one man was responsible for so many outrageous and outstanding motion-picture experiences.
It was April 1970 and I had camped out for two nights to get tickets for The Who's Final Performance of "Tommy" at the absurdly ostentatious and downright silly venue, The Metropolitan Opera House at Lincoln Center.
All the older Reynolds kids, including Randy -- the coolest girl I knew -- went to Woodstock. I felt left out even though I wasn't quite sure what Woodstock was. I knew I was missing something monumental.