The chair was flipped around to hide his paunch, but the message – NOT TO BE TAKEN AWAY – couldn’t have been any more prophetic. Keith Moon would be dead within three weeks of the August 1978 release of this album, his life a monument to excess. He popped the most pills, drank the best brandy, told the funniest jokes, pulled off the biggest pranks, trashed the most hotel rooms, and played drums like a manic, grinning octopus. I’m not a big Who fan, but even I get chills from Moon’s drum fills and rolls. He recreated the sea on Quadrophenia, blistered the kit on Who’s Next, and punctuated Tommy. The music and the legend, those can’t be taken away…
Tags: Keith Moon, The Who, Who Are You
31 July 2010 at 9:46 am |
The stagehand in me screams, “somebody clean up those goddamned cables!”
1 August 2010 at 8:40 am |
The stablehand in me wants to fetch Keith Moon a pony.