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Adam Sandler introducing Pete and Roger on VH-1

Danese — Fri, 18 Jul 2008 16:31:51 GMT

Silly, but also kinda cool

http://laughingsquid.com/adam-sandler-magic-bus-parody-tribute-to-the-who/

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Pete's Diaries

Kev — Thu, 12 Oct 2006 10:55:52 GMT

This one stood out for me as one of his best entries of late:

http://www.petetownshend.co.uk/diary/display.cfm?id=402&zone=diary

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Just wondering

Rydell — Wed, 11 Oct 2006 20:33:41 GMT

The last thing that Pete recorded that I cared about was "White City". Beyond that, he just stopped grabbing my attention, so I stopped listening. Was there anything put out after that that's really worthwhile that I may have unjustly written off?

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A silent cry from the Ocean of Consciousness

Thu, 04 May 2006 18:53:29 GMT

http://www.probablefuture.com/The_Rebellion_of_the_Children_Against_%20the_One.htm

Many readers have mistakenly, and probably due to a cursory reading of the material below, assumed that Mother Earth hints at our destruction as a species in 3-4 years. This is not the case. All She seems to be saying is that around that period the warning that She is giving now will manifest in events that will painfully make it clear that there is something really "big, unusual, and important originating from the level of nature that could potentially have a disastrous effect on the human race. At that moment, the Term "Mother" will take on more of a "real significance" and many will finally suspect and realize that Mother Nature is a BEING of Supreme Divine intelligence of a level that we, Homo sapiens, cannot even remotely fathom. We will start becoming acutely aware that Mother Nature is not a thoughtless, non-conscious machine that has, up to now, obsessed all of our scientist using their restricted intellect, in their attempts to understand Her intricate laws and ways of operations and forces, more often that not in order to gain active control over Her, and skew Her for their short-term benefits. So please do not take this a a message that wants to instill defeatism (if you believe that that Gigantic consciousness would send a direct message at all) and fear in your soul, for that will feed anger and rejection.

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Hangin with pete and rachel

superamanda — Sat, 15 Apr 2006 00:55:08 GMT

I had a blast last week at Pete's Oceanic studios in London!! If you download the april 5th podcast of rachel fuller's 'In The attic" you can check it out.

PETE FOREVER!!!

www.superamanda.blogspot.com

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Wow! Check it out

Thu, 27 Oct 2005 16:11:27 GMT

I was randomly clicking on the Blogger front page today and this one had an interesting title so I clicked it. Haha!!!

http://boywhoheardmusic.blogspot.com/

I love that he's got your standard, phone-cam self portrait on there.

Apologies if this is somewhere on this board already (couldn't find it).

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Pete's Novella: First Installment

superamanda — Sat, 24 Sep 2005 17:28:43 GMT

Chapter One: PROLOGUE, THE NOTE

The Boy Who Heard Music

By Pete Townshend

©Eel Pie Publishing Ltd. 2005

Four days ago, on 6th September 2003, Marcus Chown in The New Scientist wrote[1]: “Einstein showed that inside a black hole space-time is radically transformed; matter or energy stretch space and time, rather like someone standing on a trampoline. The tremendous gravity inside a black hole distorts space-time so much that the only way to safeguard the speed of light traveling in this region is for space and time to swap roles......”

“......so space and time swap roles. Instead of being a place, the centre of a black hole exists in the future and you can no more avoid it than avoid tomorrow.”

Today, on BBC Radio 4 morning news, it was announced that—true to Pythagorus’ predictions of the existence of vibrations in the Universe he called ‘The Music of the Spheres’—a black hole two hundred and fifty million light years from Earth has been observed by cosmologists to be making a low, musical sound. Probably B flat[i].

Chapter 1. Prologue – The Note

There was once a young ex-art student who called himself Spin, trying to find the Lifehouse. Activist, marijuana smoker, dreamer, muddled dystopian, confused utopian, visionary and spiritual fool blowing and sucking on a mouth organ, he left his family in the Highlands of Scotland, where they were safe from the troubles in the English cities, and travelled in an old camper bus to London to find a place he had heard about on Ham Radio where a Great Concert was planned. Then there was Raymond Highsmith. Stagename: Ray High. He called himself the Psychoderelict. Ray High was the man Spin later became, a musician with an audience, a man who graduated from mouth organs to towering electronic musical machines. For him, in the end a defeated and ruined rock star in demise, his teenaged dreams as young Spin were fast becoming distant memories. In Psychoderelict he elaborated Spin into Spinner and gave his new alter ego his old grand idea, his old life, his old nightmare and his old dream. He put himself back inside the young man he once had been. His efforts to revive his ailing career by this device failed, though by a peculiar twist of fate we will learn about later Ray did succeed to become one of those generic celebrities we know more about because of their ability to survive without apparently working than for their artistic achievements.

Spinner was Ray’s Great Dreamer. With Spinner as Ray’s eyes, ears and alter-ego he saw the future. He even predicted parts of his own demise. But this Prologue belongs – at least to begin with – to Raymond Highsmith when he was still calling himself Spin. This was a time when here and there in his childhood neighbourhood there were still a few remaining examples of his graffiti tag spray canned on the old walls by the railway tracks.

It happened in 1971. A young man drives a big, lumbering American camper bus across open Essex countryside. In his mouth he holds a tiny mouth organ that he can play without using his hands, it squeaks like a mouse, and the small spaniel travelling with him finds the noise excruciating, and barks and howls as the young man laughs. He passes a large power station on the opposite side of the sweeping Blackwater estuary near Osea Island. Suddenly the inside of the vehicle is filled with noxious fumes. Sulphur, carbon monoxide, ozone, methane. The air is surely not really that bad in 1971, perhaps the young man has a sensitive nose? He shuts his driver's window and reaches for the air conditioner mounted on the roof. The air quickly clears as the unit filters the pollution. He is safe in his ‘capsule’, like a man on the moon in a space pod. He breathes freely again, but is overcome by a huge wave of anxiety. Future fear. He pulls into a layby. He holds up a photo of his young wife, newly pregnant with their second child. His little dog needs to pee and he lets him out. The dog runs straight into the sea and appears to begin to drown. The young man strips off his shirt and takes off his watch as he runs and leaps into the sea. As he dives in to save the dog he swallows something. It is a jellyfish, or part of one. He is swimming in a plague of jellyfish swarming in the over-heated water expelled from the power-station in the estuary. There are thousands of the creatures. Possibly millions. Like connected beings of another nature. He pulls out the dog and looks around for his watch. It is buried somewhere in the thin sand on the beach. He looks at the bare spot on his arm. No time.

Holding his shivering, wet and frightened little dog, looking over the estuary that feeds into the North Sea just above where the river Thames does the same at its enormous delta between Southend to the north and Ramsgate in Kent to the south, he remembers himself as a day-dreaming young teenager. As a boy he had feared the bomb. The apocalyptic threat that every Japanese person knows as a daily reality, a simple memory, is for us in the West a more fantastical horror. He then remembers becoming an art-student walking to college in November of 1962. That nuclear fear had been challenged in the Cuban crisis. They had all been meant to die, but it didn't happen.

He gets back into his bus. As he looks around he thinks of his present fear of what is superficially quite benign technology. Commerce. Money. Banks. Radio. Television. But there is something else. He has heard about a series of old telephone cables that link the major news agencies of the world. One of them is being used to directly link the stock exchanges of London and Tokyo. Shares can be traded, and millions of dollars moved around the globe, in seconds. For some reason he is reminded of the myriad, multiplying jellyfish in the warm sea nearby. As he sits contemplating the unreasonable and vulgar power conferred on whoever has control of such a network, he has a terrible vision.

A proliferation of such cables, an entanglement, a tangled web, grid-like, criss-crossing, weaving, almost alive. Trucks and ships and even planes laying new cables every minute, spewing them out all over the land and into the oceans like veins, tubes, drip-feeds. And then in an instant he knows what is going to happen one day, very soon. The transmission of news, information and money will kick off this revolution. But what will make it the most devastating event ever to engulf the globe, indeed it will be an event to finally define and entrench the very idea of 'Globalisation', is the fact that this network will connect people directly to, and interface them inextricably with, those who wish to control and subjugate them. He rolls what he knows will be his last joint, and smokes it a little sadly.

Without knowing he is doing so he imagines what we now call Virtual Reality: alternative lives, events and human conjunctions and interactions transmitted down these cables and happening only in the souls and minds of the little people. People who act like receivers. Such events would be created by new Masters, those who would preside – as once did the barons who controlled the line between the stock exchanges - over the network. Network? What the young man foresaw was more solid than a mere net. It was as permanent, as immovable, as unchanging as a metal lattice. It was a Grid. An enmeshment of ladders, a matrix of metal cables, tubes and clusters of fibrous wire. The stinking, polluted atmosphere of the future (that he almost psychically scented in his bus by the beach) would drive people to take refuge in their homes. Or in their air-conditioned travelling 'pods' like his bus. Thus imprisoned, they would be satiated and calmed, reassured and massaged, by entertainment, art and mundane life itself - piped to them from studios around the globe. Studio empires controlled by the barons, the money-men. He foresaw a promise being made that soon the globe would be clean again, pollution would be controlled as long as the people spent some time locked away in their homes and secure pods.

A special suit (that would become known as an ‘Experience Suit’) would be invented that allowed family members to safely retreat completely from the bleak and suffocating reality of their claustrophobic homes. Each suit would feed the occupant with experience after experience, life after life, closely monitoring, auditing and feeding back the result of each episode and allowing the programme controllers to carefully refine the programmes that followed to suit each individual. Food and liquid would eventually be fed down the tubes to each suit. Whole legions of people in towns, villages and cities, would be virtually trapped in their homes, their only relief the time they spent in their suits. If they strayed into the streets police trained to maintain calm would gently guide them home. Under such circumstances it would be hard to know how much time was passing, but after a period the people would realize that little was changing out there in the world. The air was cleaner perhaps, but towns and cities still appeared to be wastelands.

The barons would make some crucial discoveries while investigating the feedback from their 'audience'. They would find they could influence the spiritual growth of an individual through the manipulations of the programming he or she received. An element of tailoring would begin to creep in. Then outright mind-control. The population would be better subjugated when spiritually more pure, easier to keep quiet when serene and passive, philosophical about the chaos around them. This would permit the barons to live in decadence, enjoying control, but also the space and fruits of the ever improving planet surface. Any incentive to bring the population out of their suits reduced to zero.

A great business would grow that involved millions of actors and technicians who produced the 'life programmes' for the poor souls trapped at home. A bizarre but critical aspect of the programming would pivot on the discovery that the one form of entertainment and art that penetrated in a direct way to the audience was music. It would cause unpredictable results. So the barons would slowly begin to exclude the most vigorous music from all their programmes. They would reduce the power and effect of music by making it generic, abstract, universal, insipid, meaningless – it would become like an aural colour wash. The same colours would be used again and again, and for all kinds of purposes. What would once have inspired suspense would inspire disinterest. What would once have induced calm and serenity would inspire apathy. Music would promise spiritual ecstasy at the same time as selling soap. Music that mattered to you would matter equally to someone else. Music that meant little to you would mean just as little to them. Music would be like rain and sunshine, benevolent to everyone. Nothing unique about us would be reflected in this music. Nothing spiritual would be tormented or excited by it.

Out in the countryside small groups of rebels would begin to throw off their suits and liaise with those who farmed the land. They would make old fashioned music secretly and plan to overthrow the barons by hacking into the Grid that then enveloped the entire globe, and putting on a concert that would feature music that in an ironic twist used the very same spiritual feedback system developed to keep the population serene, to create music that would engage, reflect, inspire and ultimately energise the audience to rise up, leave their suits and gather in groups to make music together, and to defy the barons. Every person on the Grid would hear their own music.

This, in 1971 is what this young man saw in the future. As this young fellow, who had once been Spin and would one day soon become Ray High, looked at the sea, the images began to fade. He played a piece of music on his guitar and sang an ancient prayer. The music and the prayer came together magically even though he had not intended them to combine. His little dog shivered under a towel. He set off again on his journey.

Where was he going? To the city to reconnect with a family locked away in their cell-like home? Or was he travelling to the North, to the hinterland of farms and rebels?

And today, in the early years of the new millennium, for today it is 10th September 2003, we know that the young man's vision carried a terrible warning for us. For today, we are indeed subjugated by the media barons who control the press, the satellites, computer software, the internet, the banks - they even influence those we democratically elect to govern us. Those that govern, under the influence of these barons, fight wars in our name that many of us cannot justify. They spend billions of our taxes to maintain a status quo that refuses to honour our claim to a new morality. If we complain too loudly, we can find ourselves attacked, humiliated, reduced. The press is so powerful it can destroy anyone. The mere humiliations suffered by Ray High are no longer enough. The press need to invent and destroy, emulating Nature because they certainly can’t accept the notion of any kind of valid God. Our air in the West is polluted, but with imperceptible toxins and radiation rather than noxious gases. This reduces our sperm count, damages our unborn children, increases cancer, reduces our immunity to disease.

Our arts are torn apart by fundamentalist reactionaries on one side and anarchic commercial cynics on the other. Art itself has become a means to finance the power base of the barons. Music, the most divine art, is undermined by piracy. Composers cease to function. Most popular music becomes part of the swill. On the internet (what the young man foresaw as a 'Grid') terrorists, fascists, racists, paedophiles, sexual deviants, bullies, extremists, narrow-minded pedants, obsessives and political and religious fundamentalists rally together to strangle and stifle the flow of normal communication and religious and spiritual thought. At least on the internet a composer can pass his or her music freely to an audience. But the price is a high one. The composer shall starve.

Banks are growing richer from the mere movement of money - just like those first barons who controlled the movement of shares from London to Tokyo. Pornography is the principle economic backbone of the credit card companies milking business on the world-wide-web. And yet pornography is damaging to both users and purveyors in various ways. Anyone pointing a finger at this moral hypocrisy is quickly crushed. Those who suffer inside the pornography industry are despised. Those who complain are ridiculed. Those who act to defy the distributors are humiliated. Those who become addicted users of internet swill become the dregs of humanity, disregarded until their money supply runs out. Then they are cut off from their vital ‘supply’. Life is not very good today. But as yet the barons have not completely taken over our society or our right to live as we wish.

But in 2003 many journalists have too much power. They increasingly live in fantasy, speculation and money-grubbing. Those in the media truly wishing to present truth struggle hard. Facts are distorted, the truth is often hard to divine. The old and honourable professional of journalism is often reduced to a daily business of trawling the internet for stories, snippets and gossip to poach, borrow or steal. Too many facts in this information age can obscure simple messages of love and hope. Any protesters, however sincere, and of whatever political colour, seem absurd – sometimes even stupid and naive. We live in the age of a new plague; the pullulation of evil and disinformation in clumsy combination; the proliferation of slime and darkness; pollution; industrial, agricultural and bio-chemical pestilence; sexual prurience and hypocrisy; pathos. We live in a pathetic age. Shored up only by hopelessly hopeful, ultimately empty visions. Dystopian. Utopian.

The young man saw the future. And he was afraid. Today, as this hopelessly hopeful story below begins, he is already an old man. Beyond Ray High the rock star, born, died and reinvented, he is now merely a vapour, a legend, a memory. Now he can see the past, and wisdom has always grown most powerfully in those who understand history or are willing to accept its lessons. Ray will tell you this story from here on, and he is, once again your faithful narrator Ray High. His story begins, as all really stupid stories do, in the distant future.

[1] ...of the work of Ivor Navikov, head of the Theoretical Astrophysics Centre in Copenhagen.

[i] By Dr David Whitehouse BBC News Online science editor
Astronomers have detected sound waves from a super-massive black hole. The "note" is the deepest ever detected from an object in the Universe. The black hole lives in the Perseus cluster of galaxies, located 250 million light-years away. The pitch of the sound can be determined. Although far too low to be heard, it is calculated to be B flat. With a frequency over a million, billion times deeper than the limits of human hearing, it is the deepest note ever detected from an object in the Universe. The B-flat pitch of the sound wave, 57 octaves below middle-C, would have remained roughly constant for about 2.5 billion years.

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Pete TV

superamanda — Fri, 23 Sep 2005 15:28:17 GMT

This past Wed. Pete and Rachel did some unstructured performing for about an hour on Who TV.(you link to Who TV through pet's website www.petetownshend.com
Mikey Cuthbert another singer songwriter was along with them and they played songs and had a laugh fest. Tune in next week on WEd. at about 9:00 am. I missed it but hope to see it this upcoming week.

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solo remasters and "another best of"

patrickthered — Sat, 17 Sep 2005 00:12:21 GMT

http://www.petetownshend.co.uk/diary/display.cfm?id=128&zone=pr

good to see a more extensive best of being made. GREAT to hear about the remasters......interesting to see what the bonus material will be.....hopefully live material and unreleased stuff.

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A Great Pete Mini Bio

superamanda — Sun, 18 Sep 2005 19:07:53 GMT

Born in Chiswick, London just ten days after the German surrender in 1945, Townshend grows up in a typical middle-class home. His parents, Cliff and Betty Townshend, are both musicians, and as a child he accompanies them on dance band tours. Townshend starts playing guitar at 12. He goes to art school and, after several stints in local semi-professional bands, forms the rock group "The Who" in 1963 with singer Roger Daltrey, bass player John Entwistle and drummer Keith Moon. "The Who" start out as the ultimate, violent anti-establishment band; they soon gain notoriety for ear-splitting live performances, smashing their equipment on stage and wrecking hotel rooms, leaving havoc everywhere they go. As the group's mastermind and main songwriter, Townshend later establishes himself as an eminent musical auteur and the thinking man's rock guitarist after penning such now legendary concept albums as "Tommy", the abandoned "Lifehouse" and "Quadrophenia", which combine the energy of rock'n'roll with the orchestral and thematic ambitions of opera. After Keith Moon's accidental death in 1978 and a few unconvincing farewell tours with new drummer Kenney Jones, "The Who" break up. The 80's find Townshend struggling with his identity as an aging rock godfather, fighting drug problems and increasing hearing troubles. In 1989, he roars back with a 25th anniversary tour of "The Who", later a Broadway revival of "Tommy" (an eventual Tony winner) and several other ambitious musical, theater and film projects. Widely known as the windmilling, leaping about guitarist for "The Who", Townshend is also a premier songwriter, accurately self-reflective lyricist and inspired multi-media entrepreneur. Both "Tommy" and "Quadrophenia" were made into energetic films. "The Kids are alright", the band's biography movie, is interesting not only for "The Who" fans, but also from a filmmaker's point of view. Townsend's haunting songs have been used on the sountrack of countless pictures. He stands out as one of rock music's most gifted and influential artists who has, despite being forever tied to the rebellious image of his youth, decided to somehow grow old with dignity.

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Pete is the greatest

superamanda — Mon, 03 May 2004 02:35:04 GMT

So happy to see that this Tribe is up and running...I've met the man he is awesome!
Tata for now, Amanda

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preferences

MFP37 — Sun, 28 Aug 2005 22:27:46 GMT

Over the past dozen years as I've discovered the Who and PT, I'd be surprised to learn of different versions of the songs. One such song that I love is Empty Glass. I know that the version on his solo Lp is the fully produced model but what do you think about the version from "Who Are You" re-releasewith Entwistle and Moon?. I'm partial to that demo version, especially with the ending PT originally sang, the bit about "Don't worry, smile and dance..." 3x's. I wish he would've played that up on the solo Lp but opting to just do it once. What do y'all think?

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Rachel Fuller Needs Our Support

superamanda — Sat, 27 Aug 2005 17:10:41 GMT

From Rachel's Blog:

Ok, i know a lot of the time i am very jolly and thats because my life is GREAT.

However, i worked really hard on my record but nothing really seems to be happening.

I dont want to point the finger of blame.

But it might help if anybody out there who likes my music, could email this link and ask for something from my album to be played. Its our most popular radio station for adult contemporary.

www.bbc.co.uk/radio2/shows/parkinson/contact.shtml

The first single which is out on Monday will be Into My Heart and is currently not on any playlists.

so, how about bombarding radio 2 for me to see if it does any good?

the radio 2 website will also have a telephone number.

Hate to sound so desperate. Having slightly bleak day.

Will have cup of tea and return to normal happy self.

Rachel F

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a rant about Tommy

RAB — Mon, 27 Jun 2005 19:30:39 GMT

My favorite version of Tommy is the Ken Russell movie. There, I've said it out loud.

It has things no other version of Tommy has.

It has the nurse singing "Hear the joyful celebration in the streets....it's a boy born on this first day of peace!" This gives Tommy essentially the same birthday as Pete. I could never relate to the whole "Tommy (1917-2000)" thing, which I suppose made Tommy a surrogate Meher Baba figure, but Tommy as Pete makes so much more sense. The failed prophet, the guy who tries to share his enlightenment with us, but learns that enlightenment can't be given. Lifehouse, anyone? Or the guy who sings "I have to be careful not to preach...I can't pretend that I can teach" -- how Tommy is that?

It has Pete and Ken's authentic vision of postwar England -- a time when the whole country was wrestling with the aftermath of death and trauma, and slowly emerged to charismatic pop stars and new ideas and Swinging London, which moved into the Beatles chasing after the Maharaji and Pete following Baba. No American stage production could ever capture the details of living through those times like the guys who actually did.

(And I love the way young Tommy and his mother are seen at the war memorial which Reverend Simpson is still polishing when his daughter runs off to see the grown Tommy. And was Victoria Russell adorable or what?)

It has the best version of the story of Tommy's parents of any incarnation. Bear with me on this. It never really made sense to me that Tommy would be traumatized by his dad coming home and killing his wife's lover. Why would Tommy be upset by that? But in the Townshend/Russell version, Tommy thinks his mom and the creepy guy have killed his dad.

But it gets better: in the movie, I don't think Group Captain Walker came home at all. I think Tommy has a dream that his dad visits him in his bedroom, and he runs out to tell mummy the good news that daddy is back. He bursts in on his mother and her boyfriend having sex...and embarassed, they start shouting at him that he didn't see anything, nothing happened here, don't make a fuss about it. And daddy isn't there. His six-year-old mind totally gets it wrong and assumes they've killed him -- where's the body? a six year old doesn't think of that -- and are trying to conceal their crime. And THAT traumatizes him.

(This would also explain why Tommy, acheiving enlightenment, forgives them rather than, I dunno, turning them over to the police as his father's murderers.)

Yes, it was once fashionable for the Who fan to complain the movie has Elton John, and Oliver Reed's horrible singing. But it has the awesome Ann-Margret, singing new Townshend lyrics perfectly, and making Tommy's mom a vivid character instead of a nonentity. She and Robert Powell even LOOK like they must be Daltrey's parents.

Anyway, that's my rant. Argue with me if you want. :-)

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Pete's Happy!!

superamanda — Mon, 13 Jun 2005 22:34:20 GMT

He said the film is back on....

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the Birdman's feathers ruffled???

patrickthered — Tue, 31 May 2005 13:35:07 GMT

Update about the movie from Pete:

"A current press release by Spitfire Films and Murray Lerner, the director of this film project, may lead to some misunderstanding. I (Pete Townshend) am not a producer. I do not regard myself as a driving force behind the project as was intimated in the press release. Roger Daltrey with Nigel Sinclair, and the Who's managers, have driven this project from its inception and are all producers.

I have just read two quotes from Murray Lerner about the Film Anthology.

"There will be very unusual stuff, hopefully, that never was seen before," Lerner told Reuters. "We're looking for material like fights between them, on and off the stage, unruly fans that make it difficult, weird incidents on the stage, interviews with ex-wives and girlfriends."

"I'm going to try and put you in another world that almost smacks of ... science fiction," Lerner said. "I'm doing something like an opera. ... I'm going to play around with stylizing interview voices that change into music and back."

Sounds as if he's trying to create some controversy.

I am the one in the Who family who writes science fiction musicals and operas, and my music – Who music – is not a commodity I will make unconditionally available to film-makers. My entire mission is to preserve the integrity of Who music, and I'd rather offer it to sell soap than have it turned into a 'Soap' by Lerner.

Pete"

-Very Interesting, perhaps pete would go so far as to derail the project?

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY PETE!!!

superamanda — Thu, 19 May 2005 04:08:00 GMT

I'll never bring you secondhand love...

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Movie Poop Shoot on Daltrey and Townshend

RAB — Thu, 25 Nov 2004 01:21:33 GMT

http://www.moviepoopshoot.com/news/nov04/114.html

The headline on this article really cracks me up!

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rachel fuller album

patrickthered — Wed, 25 Aug 2004 01:33:55 GMT

her album is now available through eelpie.com . pete plays guitar on it along with pino on bass and simon also plays guitar. has anybody heard her work and what do you think?

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favorite songs

patrickthered — Mon, 03 May 2004 03:07:46 GMT

well, i guess any tribe dedicated to a musician needs the obligatory favorite songs thread.
me, i really like sheraton gibson......other than that, pure and easy, street in the city, exquisitely bored, communication, a little is enough, give blood are all faves

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New Who Concert News

superamanda — Wed, 26 May 2004 17:59:48 GMT

Everyone: The Who are kicking butt onstage right now. On Pete Townshend's website you can watch Real Media files of MSG and LA Forum shows and its astonishing. Other than some grey hair, Pete looks and sounds like he is 25. Roger's voice sounds great too...how do they do it? Also not to be missed is the work of his partner, Rachel Fuller, who writes very listenable chick music and has a great stage presence(this compliment coming from someone who did not dig the Lilith Faire gals.) You download tons of free mps and jpegs on Pete's site.
Maximium Rn B forever,
Amanda

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