John Entwistle of The Who
by Regis Boff
After every show I would go to the end of the plane, either by myself or with the band’s manager Bill Curbishley and go over the “settlement”, as it was called then. I was always very nervous that I had fucked it up, particularly in the beginning. They weren’t simple.
I was more or less covered in bourbon. The entire small plane stayed quiet.
I don’t remember how long it took me to react. But it was not right away.
I got up and grabbed a bottle of something from the buffet of drinks and food, walked up behind John, and poured half of it over his head. I walked back to my seat with the bottle still in my hand.
A couple of minutes later he walked back and tossed another drink on me.
When I reached for my bottle he looked at me and said, “I think we are done.”
John became my first friend in the band.