Peter Meaden and I always had a
friendly competition going so he was particularly eager I see “his” band. Peter
had influenced me to venture from my mother’s comfortable Hampstead enclave
into the dangerous and exciting world of Soho. As Peter tried out his most
outrageous hype on me I noticed an attractive couple in the audience who
divided their watchful attention between the group and Meaden. When I asked
Meaden if he knew the pair with the hungry eyes, he dismissed them as a couple
of “film ponces.” You might even stretch a point and speculate that in many
ways the Who had more in common with Peter Meaden than they did their newly
adopted minders. But it was no matter. Peter could never have managed to
complete a marathon and spent the rest of his short life butterflying from
project to project, fueled by pills, and never totally in touch with reality.

great one! no part one or two? (Stoned and 2Stoned) Old Loog Oldham is A GAS!
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing. Oldham's take on the Immediate Records era will hopefully be interesting.
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