Pete Townshend

 

I have mentioned plenty of times on this blog that I love The Who. They've been my favourite band for a long time, and they've been around for even longer! I was introduced to The Who by my year 11 English teacher who used to give us Who lyrics to analyse in class. Then he'd show us videos of them performing to give us a bit of context (and I suspect partly because he just wanted to show us videos of his favourite band). 

I was hooked straight away and I've been a fan ever since. In 2009, they finally came to Australia (yes, with only half the original members still alive, they still tour in their sixties!) and my Dad and I saw them play. It was amazing! 

Now, my favourite member has always been the lead singer, Roger Daltrey... but, like a fickle teenage fangirl, I'm mad at him for cancelling his Australian solo tour last year. As for Pete Townshend - the guitarist, the songwriter, the grumpy old artsy guy - I always thought he was really arrogant. However, I've been reading his book lately and found he's always been just as insecure and crazy as the rest of us. 

So this post is dedicated to Pete, in all his weirdness, and to Mr Jenson, who passed away a few years ago but we'll always remember him for introducing us to The Who, David Bowie, and postmodernism.

I've had this picture on my wall for a really long time. I just love the union flag jacket!

I don't know the story behind this picture, and I don't really want to. All I see is Pete dressed as a Pearly King, performing a banjo concert for his cocker spaniel and some toys. That's good enough for me.