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The Who play in Saskatoon Arena, Saskatchewan, Canada.Full article:
Keith Moon (drummer, the Who) : I get bored, you see. There was a time in Saskatoon, in Canada. It was another Holiday Inn and I was bored. Now, when I get bored, I rebel. I said, 'Fuck it. Fuck the lot of you.' And I took out me hatchet and chopped the hotel room to bits. The television, the chairs, the dresser, the cupboard doors, the bed … the lot of it.
(Source : interview with Jeremy Hopkins, Rolling Stone, December 21, 1972)
Pete Townshend (guitarist, the Who) : Keith set the precedent, and once it was set, I fell into it, too. Like, I used to turn off the TV set with a glass ashtray. It was in the days before remote control, and I never bothered to get out of bed. I'd just hurl an ashtray and smash the television, which did the job.
Once, he was walking along with me on the second floor of a Holiday Inn, and he climbed up on the railing and said, "Bye, Pete!" and leapt off. There was a swimming pool down there, but it was at least five yards away. By some miracle he contorted himself and managed to barely squeeze into the pool. Then he got up and shouted "Voila!" I was the only person there, so who was he doing it for? It's ironic, since he and I had had several conversations about how we should behave - what was our responsibility and what was good publicity. In some ways he saw himself as the Who's publicity machine. If he could get a front-page story, he'd do it. And it was quite difficult for us because we didn't want to turn down the easy notoriety he gave us.
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(Source : interview with Jeremy Hopkins, Rolling Stone, December 21, 1972)
Pete Townshend (guitarist, the Who) : Keith set the precedent, and once it was set, I fell into it, too. Like, I used to turn off the TV set with a glass ashtray. It was in the days before remote control, and I never bothered to get out of bed. I'd just hurl an ashtray and smash the television, which did the job.
Once, he was walking along with me on the second floor of a Holiday Inn, and he climbed up on the railing and said, "Bye, Pete!" and leapt off. There was a swimming pool down there, but it was at least five yards away. By some miracle he contorted himself and managed to barely squeeze into the pool. Then he got up and shouted "Voila!" I was the only person there, so who was he doing it for? It's ironic, since he and I had had several conversations about how we should behave - what was our responsibility and what was good publicity. In some ways he saw himself as the Who's publicity machine. If he could get a front-page story, he'd do it. And it was quite difficult for us because we didn't want to turn down the easy notoriety he gave us.
(Source : not known)