Creem Cheese Of The Month
God, it’s 11:00, and I’m late for this appointment with Dick Purtan. Rock ‘n’ roll just isn’t a diurnal business — even when I get there, an hour late, our photographer has to offer to slap me silly to get the adrenalin flowing. I marvel at Purtan’s energy as he receives us in one of the engineering booths, surrounded by controls and tapes (“Crowd Sounds,” “Hysterical Laughter,” “Baby Crying,” “Horse Neighing”).
Creem Cheese Of The Month
DICK PURTAN Have Some Crazy With Your Cornflakes
SUSAN WHITALL
God, it’s 11:00, and I’m late for this appointment with Dick Purtan. Rock ‘n’ roll just isn’t a diurnal business — even when I get there, an hour late, our photographer has to offer to slap me silly to get the adrenalin flowing. I marvel at Purtan’s energy as he receives us in one of the engineering booths, surrounded by controls and tapes (“Crowd Sounds,” “Hysterical Laughter,” “Baby Crying,” “Horse Neighing”). This guy’s been getting up to do a show at 7:00 for ten years (in this town, anyway). So how does he do it?
“Oh, I shoot up... besides that, I haye my Taster’s Choice — I got tired of Sanka. And Joey Ryan keeps me awake — he’s in the studio for the whole show, trading off jokes and stuff.”