ON THIS DAY IN MUSIC
I loved Keith Moon as a drummer, as a person I imagine, like many an alcoholic, he would have been almost unbearably stupid!
But we love them . . . . . . . . .
How could you resist? Match him drink for drink and keep up if you could and fun would be unrestrained, were we sober and he would doubtless have proved impossible. There are accounts of him and his behaviour in Graham Chapman's (a Monty Python friend and fellow alcoholic, they gravitate towards each other by osmosis or some secret sense)) wonderful book 'A Liar’s Autobiography' that are really worth reading . . . . . . . disappointed with being 'misunderstood' as destructive in hotels he once ordered some house bricks and built a dog kennel in the carpeted living room of his suite complete with cement and pointing rather than put cherry bombs down the toilet or throw a TV out the window. There, that'll learn ya!
I also like to think that Keith and John would have really enjoyed this: