Wednesday, October 10, 2012

On Pete Townshend for The New Yorker

Pete Townshend's War

I first met Pete Townshend fifteen years ago in a modest London hotel suite. I was there with my friend Larry David Smith to interview Townshend for Smith’s book, “The Minstrel’s Dilemma.” We were already seated inside when I looked out the first-floor window and saw Townshend pulling into the parking lot.

He arrived alone, sans entourage or fanfare, driving himself in a gray Mercedes station wagon. Minutes later, the knob on the suite door rattled and shook. I stood, thinking that it might be a member of the hotel staff and wondering if I should turn the knob from our side. There was a pause, then more rattling, then the door swung open and Townshend burst through, eyes wide with exertion. He had apparently been trying to pull when he should have pushed.

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http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/culture/2012/10/pete-townshends-war.html#ixzz28xLTefGL


2 comments:

Toby said...

Great piece, Roland.

Roland Kelts said...

Vast thanks, Toby.