![]() With legendary performances at the Monterey Pop Festival in 1967 and subsequently at Woodstock, the Who cemented its legend. pop charts.Īs they were setting out on tour, Daltrey, 58, chafed at the suggestion the band had become a nostalgia act. MCA Records just filled the gap with The Ultimate Collection, a two-CD hits package that debuted at No. Band Bristled at ‘Nostalgia Act’ TagWith no new studio album in 20 years, there had been plans to record in October. ![]() It was to be the band's first visit to America in two years and grossed more than $21 million in advance ticket sales. ![]() The Who had planned to kick off a 24-venue tour throughout North America in Las Vegas today. Drummer Keith Moon died of a drug overdose in 1978. His death leaves Townshend and Daltrey as the only remaining original band members. While guitarist Pete Townshend wrote most of the songs, and Roger Daltrey served as lead singer for most of the band's best known songs - such as "My Generation," "Baba O'Riley," and "Pinball Wizard" - Entwistle wrote and sang a smattering of songs and provided a steady bass and backing vocals.Įntwistle was the quiet, nearly emotionless member of the raucous group. Overture - Amazing Journey/Sparks - Tommy's Holiday Camp - I'm Free - A Friend is a Friend - Substitute - Who Are You - Magic Bus - Mary Anne with the Shaky Hand - 5:15 - Love Hurts - My Wife - Sister Disco - You Better You Bet - Won't Get Fooled Again. Visit our friends at The Who Concert Guide for the setlist here: Our friends at Ivor The Engine Driver's Doorway have a bunch of videos from this show over on On this date in 1989 The Who play the third of four shows in New Jersey at Giants Stadium He throws in a suspended Townshendian figure and winks at me. I stare wide-eyed at Jimmy’s fingers, his sophisticated chords are mind-benders. Buddy snaps his fingers, swinging the beat, and begins to sing: “But we’ll play in the dark if we have to…right King Jimmy?”Īs an answer Jimmy chops a few jazz chords, setting up a quiet rhythm. “I hope they can get that fixed by showtime…” Buddy’s grinning, tapping his foot. We all flinch as the spots short out in a shower of sparks. That’s about as funny as a screen door on a submarine!” Jimmy winks his thick lenses distorting his eyes: “Hehe. That okay with you Jimmy? You won’t tell the union now, will you?” Learn any one of these and let me know if you think you can do it. He folds over a page from his notebook and holds it out. “Hey David, why don’t you sit in for a tune one night?” Buddy asks. Gotta wear earplugs when you see him though.”ĭoes Jimmy King know Pete Townshend? The word fraternity jumps to mind, not of the “eat-a-slice-a-pie” frat culture, but something along the lines of a ubiquitous but secret-handshake musical fraternity. And tone for miles with those stacks of Hi Watts. “All this stuff…” he makes an awkward windmill, “gets the crowd going. “Pete’s band is fantastic!” Jimmy enthuses. ![]() What? A jazz player in a touring show band of the old generation, knowledgeable of a stadium rock player of the new generation? “Townshend, right? He’s a genius with those suspensions and five chords.” It sounds pretty good, really good on Jimmy’s guitar in fact. I play the finger-style riff from I’m One off Quadrophenia. “I’m not much of a…” I trail off, glancing at Buddy, who nods encouragingly: “Go ahead.” “What kind of licks you been working on?” Jimmy smiles again. He is, but a master of classical and jazz too. A Gretsch ‘59 Chet Atkins Country Gentleman?” Smiling kindly, he holds his guitar forward. Jimmy King approaches, glasses flashing in the oscillating lighting. And Jimmy, come over for half a sec, would you? Bring your axe, okay?” “Good for you! Bad habit.” He half-shouts to the bandstand: “Guys, coffee’s here. I’d normally be the pourer, not the pouree. Ergo it only follows you’re taking lessons.”īuddy holds up the pot and an empty cup, looking at me, eyebrows raised. “You aren’t the restaurant type, not that it’s not good honest work. Hearing Jimmy play? Your eyes never left his fingers. “You walked out of here yesterday in a daze. “How are your guitar lessons coming along?” In this chapter protagonist David, working as a busboy in a supper club, interacts with the show bands leader and his guitarist-opening his musical perspective:īuddy Lewis pours himself a cup, smiling. One more short excerpt from Cincinnati Supernova, in which a Who obsessed teen in the '70s makes his way through life.
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