On a blog that some of my Winona friends share, my friend Stix posted a link to Pete Townshend's blog, in which Townshend is posting a serialized novel. This got me thinking about Townshend, who had a big impact on my life when I was a teenager. Yeah, me and the 12,000 other auteurs standing on folding chairs, drinking Southern Comfort, and throwing frisbees in the Saint Paul Civic Center in 1976. And I think what separated Townshend from his other gifted contemporaries is this: he connected teenage angst and artistic ambition like nobody else. He understand guitar playing as vandalism and vandalism as spiritual quest.
Stix posted that original link, not me. (Though I like and admire Pete Townshend, I don't find much time for surfing the 'net.)
Posted by: Kootch | October 29, 2005 at 09:05 AM
Sorry, Stix.
Posted by: K | October 29, 2005 at 09:08 AM
What, me worry?
Posted by: Stix | October 31, 2005 at 11:56 AM