BLOG OPERA? Even though we didn’t actually plan it this way, this essay commemorating the birthday yesterday of late, great Who drummer Keith Moon seems to tie in nicely as a thematically linked companion piece with our weekend post on “Who’s Next.” So, taking a page out of Pete’s playbook, we’ll offer it again here to make it a double album of sorts. In thinking about the style and substance of the man — who for so long seemed forever young of mind, temperament, and spirit and yet who suddenly grew sadly, cruelly, old so fast –I’m drawn to a line in one of the Who’s early compositions, “Substitute”: “The simple things you see are all complicated / I look bloody young but I’m just back-dated, yeah.” So is this piece, but pay no mind. Just add two years to Moonie’s would-be age and raise your glass to toast Rock’s Greatest Gonzo Drummer; a man who played his drums as fully, joyfully, and with the same furious sense of headlong abandon on stage, as he lived his life off of it.
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