Pete's Diaries....sparked memories....
....of when back in or around 1989 the Who went out and did the 25th "Kids Are Alright " tour. I was so excited to finally work the merch for the in the US. I remember wlking back where the food and beverage was and seen the boys drinking tea and eating crumpits ( I think crumpits). I remember saying what the fuck is this, but only for a second. Then I said "Ok they are a bit too old for that bullshit (drinking and drugging), but tea and crumpits? It really didnt matter, I still think it was the best tour I did.....very professional. I did work the Tommy/Quadrophenia tour with Billy Idol. Unfortunately I was doing too much drugs at the time to remember much of it. I do remember Pete playing 2 feet away from me. I think he spit down and it hit me...or was it my own druel (from nodding off) As Pete says he travels what makes him feel at home in a way. Tea and crumpits. The tea and crumpits to me now doesnt represent the replacement off the drinking and drugs, it represents the thing that makes you feel like home. Being on the road is fucking boring, believe me. The food, the hotels and the hours.
I always feel bad for the bands in a way. I would look in their eyes and see a kind of emptiness. I remember being in the elevator at the Worcester Centrum in Massachusetts with the Drummer From Metalica (before he got cocky). He looked like a nice lad in a faraway town, tired and even with his arm wrapped around his girlfreind, holding her like he was thanking God to have her near. He had a blank look to him, a lonely look or even a shy look off stage. I just said HI, great show. I wouldn't bother him for an autograuph. I wanted him to enjoy his peace with his companion. I let them out and told him to have a nice evening. He looked at me and I could tell he was greatful and he said thank you, you too. They went on their quiet way.
I think these people that perform their hearts out for us deserve that. They need the space. Believe it or not, they are human. So, no more Beatlemania, no more smash your guitar Pete smash your guitar. Enjoy your tea and crumpits enjoy your companion, enjoy your peace.........michael
I always feel bad for the bands in a way. I would look in their eyes and see a kind of emptiness. I remember being in the elevator at the Worcester Centrum in Massachusetts with the Drummer From Metalica (before he got cocky). He looked like a nice lad in a faraway town, tired and even with his arm wrapped around his girlfreind, holding her like he was thanking God to have her near. He had a blank look to him, a lonely look or even a shy look off stage. I just said HI, great show. I wouldn't bother him for an autograuph. I wanted him to enjoy his peace with his companion. I let them out and told him to have a nice evening. He looked at me and I could tell he was greatful and he said thank you, you too. They went on their quiet way.
I think these people that perform their hearts out for us deserve that. They need the space. Believe it or not, they are human. So, no more Beatlemania, no more smash your guitar Pete smash your guitar. Enjoy your tea and crumpits enjoy your companion, enjoy your peace.........michael