by Regis Boff
We lugged this stupid Space Invaders game from show to show for an entire tour. It was Pete’s only observable outside activity. I vaguely remember it being a gift from Harvey Weinstein. Courtesy Jackie Curbishley
It may have been the same tour Roger had an epiphany regarding saving all the loose backstage wine and liquor and taking it with us. Keith Moon, never a bitter man was tested with short-lived cottage industry. It slowed the crew’s growing intimacy with two-hundred-dollar French wines. We had to add another truck and driver.
So Townshend shows up in this gigantic puffy coat at the beginning of one winter tour. He had to wear it because it was too big to carry. We added a roadie to take it from him when he got into a limo because it wouldn’t fit. The kid raced to the venue to be there when he got out. He soured badly on this coat when he realized it had no buttons and had to be held shut. A few of us barely got any sleep because we were laughing so hard. The coat disappeared in the middle of the tour.