Do you realize why is it I’m so driven to operate within the Establishment? It’s vengeance. ‘Hope I die before I get old’ is something I still have to live with, but not for the...

I slept badly that night, my vivid dreams populated by ghosts. As much as it revived ailing spirits in day light, the fizzy energy of NY seemed to feed on human frailty at night.

The Who got paid 4000 pounds during those days, but we always smashed our equipment that cost more than 5000 pounds.

For the first time, a whole generation had the economic & educational opportunity to turn their backs on the dead end factory jobs of their parents, who, traumatized by two world wars, had responded by...

Barriers were being torn down. Where Freddie Mercury was trying to keep his homosexuality from the front pages, Boy George was openly & outrageously gay.

Nothing else in nature behaves so consistently and rigidly as a human being in pursuit of hell.

Stars are attributed w/ intelligence they don’t have, beauty they haven’t worked for, loyaly & love they are incapable of reciprocating, and strength they do not possess. They are treated like a beautiful vase of...

His broken heart was unfeeling, like shattered glass in an acid bath.

Rumors went round that I might be gay. In some ways, I was happy w/ this. Larry Rivers proved to me that a gay man could be wild, attractive, and courageous; in any case one’s...

Roger Daltrey had been expelled for smoking, but was still impudently showing up on campus to visit his various cronies. I’d first met him after he won a playground fight with a Chinese boy. I...

I heard in my own voice the tulmult of a young man playig a role, uneasily, repackaging black R&B music from America, relying on gimmicky outfits, and pretending to be wild & free when in...

Wiggy & I were drug buddies. There is no tighter compact for friendship. There is no greater potential for deceit.

We didn’t need light & shade, irony or humor. An iconic Daltrey bellow could convey an extrodinary range of human emotion; withering sadness, self pity, loneliness, abandonment, spiritual desperation, the loss of childhood, as well...

All good art cannot help but confront denial on its way to truth.

I am growing old of course, but I am still in the early stages of disintegration, and regarded as just about cool enough by some fashionable young ppl to be permitted to think aloud.