An Old Song for a New Anthem

I could write an entire post about the spastic and wonderful stage moves of Pete Townsend or the zany life and sad end of Keith Moon. There is blog fodder alone in the eternal cool of John Entwhistle (on whom I had a big crush) or Roger Daltrey's hair.

Having dispatched each of these subjects one could then turn to the talents of each and the force that was created when the 4 came together and the influence, both musical and pop cultural, this band enjoyed.

I probably should someday tell the story of the ultimate mix tape: a collection of meticulously culled snippets of classic rock screams created by Johnny Rotten our senior year of college. It was a masterwork, all the more impressive in hindsight because it was created before music was digitized. Thus not only are we talking about lots of vinyl, hours of catching just the right moment and hitting the RECORD and PAUSE buttons at just the right time, we're also talking about hours of listening, thinking and planning to get all the screams lined up in the proper order. Once committed to tape there was no "I think that would sound better over here" cutting and pasting nonsense that you kids enjoy today. The 70s, man. (shakes head) We also had to walk to and from school 4 miles, uphill, in the snow. Every day. I digress. A notable entry in that mix tape came from this song. Duh.

But I haven't time for any of that. Suffice to say, bits of this song have floated through the transom of my brain this week for obvious reasons so we might as well just get it out there.

The Who "Won't Get Fooled Again"