A Who Primer

Hippity hop and flippity flop we’re off to see the Who. Who? The Who, that’s who. (Peter Townshend plays guitar just like that too . . . WHOOOO? WHOOOOO. WHOOO WHOOOOO WHOOOOOOOOM.)

See the funny girls backstage. “No tickee no watchee,” sez the backdoor man. (The men don’t know but the little girls unnerstan’.)

Mylon is on stage. Mylon tries very hard. He is stoned. He says so. I am bored. I say so. We walk around.

Guzzle-toke, here is a Who fan. See him laugh. See him take a pill; it is red. See the wine bottle. See him drink. Slurp, guzzle. See the joint. Toke, Who fan, toke.

Some of the guzzle-tokers don’t have tickets. They are very mad. That is reasonable. Except there isn’t any room inside. Crash, bam, boom! See the plate glass window come down. See the rock writer get scared. He had heard about what happened at Forest Hills: a guzzle-toker died there. The writer calms down after the guzzle-tokers are repulsed. He is left feeling am-bi-va-lent. That means confused.