Foreword
By Eddie Vedder

The overriding emotion that remains with me since I first read this tremendous book is one of extreme gratitude to Mark Ian Wilkerson who has painstakingly pieced together a fascinating puzzle, bringing into focus the life of Pete Townshend in all its complexity and glory. It cannot have been easy.

That it took ten years to complete surprises me not in the least, and Townshend himself should receive much of the credit for this since the extraordinary life he has led offers both generous and worthy opportunities for scrutiny. Through the ages Pete has offered his listeners huge doses of introspection, delivered both lyrically and in interviews, narrating his own story as it progressed in a way that is without parallel in rock. Within these pages both mediums are not only fully explored but braided together, creating a chronological fabric with a tight and intricate weave.

In many ways this book can be considered the ultimate collection of PT/Who information. And Mr Wilkerson shows the tenacity of a supreme collector, a biographer who understands that in order to have pride in the collection there can’t be any holes in the cloth. I was perpetually amazed at how many new insights I gained from these pages, and this is coming from someone who thought he knew everything there was about the subject. I know there are many of you out there just like me, because we have met at shows and in late night bars where we have watched the sun come up fuelled by stories and experiences of all things Pete and The Who. As testimony to the revelations herein, there were things I discovered about nights when was I actually there, sometimes even onstage.

Pete’s journey is remarkable not only in its exploration of music and spirituality (and a combination of the two), but because we as listeners have been privileged to join him for the ride. It is a unique relationship between artist and follower. In my case, looking back to adolescence from where I am now, it stands as perhaps the longest relationship I’ve ever had! So outside of Pete being an icon, legendary composer and fucking great guitar player, I will always see him as a teacher. And this book is full of lessons, a few I had forgotten, a few I won’t forget again.

As someone who has dedicated a formidable amount of his energy to absorbing what an artist or group has to offer, this book offers a final unsuspected gift; not just a reminder, but a validation of that devotion. That of all the bands, authors and artists you could have attached yourself to, aligning with Pete Townshend and The Who instigated the greatest of rides; an incredible trip that was both visceral and intellectual, outwardly passionate and inwardly contemplative, a roadmap of peaks and valleys and destinations for which to aspire. It is with that realisation that I offer my final expression of gratitude, this time to Pete. For changing music, affecting minds, and giving love.

Enjoy your ride.

Eddie Vedder
Seattle
November, 2007

Prologue

To the groups of practicing mods who populated London in the early Sixties, life outside the local dance halls, clubs, clothes shops and other various gathering places was of minimal importance. They were consumed with their appearance, from their short, carefully styled hair down to their made-to-measure shoes. The fashions were quite specific: Fred Perry shirts, narrow trousers or Levi’s shrink-to-fit jeans, custom-made suits with narrow ties, military parkas. Transportation was scooters, the most fashionable of which were Italian-made Lambretta and Vespa models fitted with as many gaudy accessories as possible, including whip antennas, extra lights and mirrors, and leopard skin seat covers.

Meticulous attention was paid to the smallest of details when it came to the mod lifestyle, all in the name of being cool. “The mod way of life consisted of total devotion to looking and being ‘cool’,” Richard Barnes wrote in his 1982 book Maximum R&B. “Spending practically all your money on clothes and all your after work hours in clubs and dance halls. To be part-time was really to miss the point.”

The mod’s favourite music centred around American soul, Tamla and R&B (‘mod’ is short for ‘modernists’, i.e. fans of the modern jazz music of artists such as Ray Charles, Jimmy Smith and Mose Allison) which was filtering slowly into Britain in the early Sixties. The favourites included Ben E. King, the Impressions, the Shirelles, and Muddy Waters. This music was far from mainstream, and it was decidedly difficult to obtain copies of the ‘in’ recordings, making it all the more appealing to the mod crowd.

London’s West End, specifically Soho, became a hotbed of mod activity with clubs such as the Flamingo and the Scene setting many trends and featuring the most prominent and important proponents of mod, known as ‘faces’. The atmosphere in these early R&B clubs was electric as these immaculately dressed, adolescents checked each other out. Amphetamine use was rampant – pills such as ‘Purple Hearts’ and ‘French blues’ maintained the requisite energy level. Many important groups played in London’s R&B clubs at this time, including the Rolling Stones, the Animals, the Yardbirds, and a young Shepherd’s Bush-based outfit called The Who, formerly The Detours, who by mid-1964, had already attracted strong mod attention and thanks to the influence of their publicist Peter Meaden, had just changed their name to The High Numbers.

On June 30 that year, they began a 12-week residency in a small R&B club frequented by mods in Wealdstone, north west London. The Railway Hotel was a “very scruffy looking” place according to Kit Lambert, who would become their co-manager, and The High Numbers “were playing there in this room with just one red bulb glowing and an extraordinary audience that they had collected.” Ambience management at the Railway fell to Richard Barnes, an Ealing Art School student who ran the club’s entertainment bookings. Barnes had seen to it that the atmosphere was just right. “We turned off all the lights except two in which we had put pink bulbs,” he wrote. “The radiators were deliberately turned up and all the windows blacked out … a capacity was fixed at 180 but there had been occasions when we had issued tickets for as many as 1,000, though a couple of hundred of those would have to content themselves with checking out the scooters in the courtyard.”

The group, Roger Daltrey, 20, vocals, Pete Townshend, 19, guitar, John Entwistle, 19, bass, and newly acquired drummer Keith Moon, 17, played rock’n’roll, blues and R&B numbers – a fairly standard set for a local live act at the time – on a rather delicate stage made from beer crates and table tops. But what set The High Numbers apart from their contemporaries was the presence of Tamla-Motown songs in their repertoire (the Detroit-based label featured black soul artists such as the Miracles, the Marvelettes, Martha & the Vandellas, and Stevie Wonder) and their sheer volume. “They were the loudest group I’d ever heard,” said Lambert. Townshend’s Rickenbacker guitar, slung high, almost across his chest, responded with crushing volume to every gyration he made as he wind-milled his arm, slashing his hand not across but through the strings, then facing his huge speaker cabinet and coaxing screeching feedback from the instrument. Moon’s drumming left nobody unaffected; he bashed away with wild abandon as though his very life depended on it. The intense energy and power of his style often required the lashing down of his kit with rope prior to a gig. Entwistle, whose bass thundered through a cabinet similar in size to that of Townshend’s, stood relatively still and expressionless as he observed the proceedings, with Daltrey fronting the ensemble, scowling, pacing, snarling into the microphone.

Before the end of their residency at the Railway, The High Numbers had drawn enough attention to warrant the construction of a proper wooden stage. The stage had a bit more room and was also slightly higher, something which the six-foot tall Townshend discovered during the show. “I started to knock the guitar about a lot, hitting it on the amps to get banging noises and things like that,” Townshend described. “… It banged against the ceiling and smashed a hole in the plaster and the guitar head actually poked through the ceiling … When I brought it out, the top of the neck was left behind.” Not really knowing what to do next, and noticing a few snickers from the crowd, which included a sizeable contingent of his Ealing Art College cohorts, Townshend smashed what was left of the Rickenbacker to pieces. “I had no recourse but to completely look as though I meant to do it, so I smashed the guitar and jumped all over the bits. It gave me a fantastic buzz. About a month earlier I’d managed to scrape together enough for a 12-string Rickenbacker, which I only used on two or three numbers. It was lying at the side of the stage so I just picked it up, plugged it in and gave them a sort of look and carried on playing, as if I’d meant to do it.”

“This went down tremendously well with the audience,” Lambert recalled in 1969, “… and that’s how the whole thing started.”

CHAPTER ONE
1945–1964

ON May 19, 1945 – just 11 days after Winston Churchill officially announced the end of the war with Germany to huge crowds in London – Peter Dennis Blandford Townshend (Dennis was his mother’s maiden name, Blandford his father’s middle name) was born in Nazareth House, an annex of West Middlesex Hospital, Isleworth, west London.

Pete was immersed in music from the very start. Parents Cliff and Betty were members of the entertainment corps of the Royal Air Force; Cliff an alto saxophonist, Betty a singer. They met in London when Cliff was a member of the RAF Dance Orchestra and Betty was a singer with the Sidney Torch Orchestra, which taped programmes to be sent to troops deployed overseas. The RAF Dance Orchestra (which became known as the Squadronaires) was immensely popular throughout Britain and during the war had played their brand of Benny Goodman/Glenn Miller-esque swing throughout Allied Europe.¹ After the war, when the band members left the RAF they went on the road to Britain’s various coastal holiday resorts, maintaining a busy touring schedule up until the mid-Sixties, when they disbanded amid the surge of interest in contemporary popular music, led by The Beatles and The Rolling Stones.

In 1946, the Squadronaires began to accept extended summer bookings at holiday resorts in Britain, the first being in Clacton, a seaside town on the east coast, then a more extended booking at the Isle of Man, an island off the coast of Lancashire in the north-west, which would last about 13 summers.² Pete accompanied his mother and father on these trips, soaking in the musical environment, watching rehearsals and shows, and playing on the beach. He travelled extensively with his parents until he reached school age, when his musical excursions were limited to the summer break.

“My father was a musician in a dance band, so I was brought up in two places,” Pete said in a 1993 radio interview. “During the week we were in dance halls … This is as young as two or three years old, I was running around dance halls. My mother used to sing with my dad’s band, I was kind of on the loose with guys that drank. I was a real kind of rock’n’roll baby … The other thing that they used to do at weekends was these Sunday concerts where there would be like variety shows. So there would be like girls, comedians, big stars from the USA … But my father also took me a little bit further, he took me into the orchestral writing of Duke Ellington which was very, very avant-garde in its time. He took me to see the Basie Band.”

Pete’s parents had settled in Acton, West London. The shadow of the recent war loomed large, as the area had sustained heavy damage from German bombs in recent years. “When I was four I lived in a house where 12 people had died,” Pete told the Daily Telegraph’s Neil McCormick in 2006. “We played in bomb sites, we’d find bits of bodies, skeletons and watches every day.” The Townshend family home, which occupied the lower floor of 22 Whitehall Gardens, was sparsely occupied much of the time since Pete’s parents were often on the road, especially Cliff, as the Squadronaires were now known as the best swing outfit in the country.

Cliff and Betty Townshend separated for a protracted period when Pete was about five. Their son was sent to live in Kent with his maternal grandmother, Emma Dennis, known as ‘Granny Denny’. “I was dumped with my grandmother for two years,” Pete told Rolling Stone’s Anthony DeCurtis in 1993. “I was very lonely, never heard from my father at all. My mother used to come down on the weekend for an hour to see me, dressed incredibly seductively. She was beautiful and I just longed to be with her. I just wanted to be with my fabulous, exciting, brilliant, beautiful parents. Instead I was with this bitter, crotchety, clinically insane grandmother.”

Life at Grandma Denny’s house was “hell”, Pete recalled in 1993. “It was a fucking nightmare. My father used to send me five shillings a week, a fabulous amount of money in those days. And I would go to the shop with my grandmother and buy myself a toy and she would take the toy and put it in a cupboard. Then when my mother came to see me, my grandmother would make me get all the toys out as though I’d been playing with them. And then when my mother had gone, I’d have to put them all away again. She was a complete head case.”

Pete again described his grandmother as “clinically insane” when he was interviewed in 1993. “It’s kind of been the one ribbon that’s run continually through my life,” he told David Letterman, demonstrating the profound influence wrought by the two-year ordeal. “This is my cauldron,” Pete told Minstrel’s Dilemma author Larry David Smith in 1997. “If I go too deeply into this … opening it up … my relationship with my grandmother is something – which to date – I’ve not been able to make any sense of whatsoever. It’s the only bit of my life that I haven’t been able to make any sense of and, in a sense, I feel that if I was able to go into regressive hypnosis and either find some terrible trauma or nothing at all, it would be equally damaging to me as an artist.” Pete’s disturbing period of trauma and upheaval ended when Cliff and Betty Townshend reconciled and the small family was reunited, back in Acton.

While Pete had developed a strong distaste for his maternal grandmother, he enjoyed the company of his father’s siblings and parents. As a young child, he used to visit his aunt Trilby’s apartment, where he’d clumsily play the piano as she offered words of praise and encouragement, a childhood memory Pete later used in his novella The Boy Who Heard Music. “I spent very little time with her,” Townshend told the author. “I was fond of her, but more fond of my paternal grandparents who lived below in the same duplex apartment, so I would always prefer their company if I could get it.”

It was on the Isle of Man during the summer of 1956 that Cliff Townshend took Pete and his friend Graham ‘Jimpy’ Beard to see Rock Around The Clock, a film featuring music by Bill Haley & His Comets. “Well, they wanted to see it the next day and the next day and in the end we were giving them the money or getting passes for them,” Betty told Dave Marsh in 1983. “They were seeing this film daily – practically every rainy day, anyway. Peter really absolutely adored music, and when this Bill Haley and rock’n’roll thing started, he was right into it. He was very little; he was 10. And he loved it.” Soon afterwards, Cliff took Pete to see Haley perform live – Pete’s first concert. “I was 11 and-a-half-years old,” Pete recalled in 1993, “and I remember once my friend [‘Jimpy’] who came with me saying, ‘Do you like this music Cliff?’ He said, ‘I like anything that swings.’ ”

From this point, Pete’s interest in music began to focus on rock’n’roll rather than the swing music of his parents and their generation. As musicians themselves, Cliff and Betty were supportive of their son’s tastes at a time when many disapproved of the direction that popular music was taking. Up to this point in his life the only musical instrument Pete had really showed an interest in had been the harmonica. “My father was essentially a pop musician in his day,” Pete told the NME’s Richard Green. “I dread to think what would have happened if I had been brought up in a classical family. He promised me a harmonica which I never got and in the end I think I had to shoplift one a couple of years later.” With the impact of Rock Around The Clock fresh in his mind, he began to show an interest in the guitar.

Guitars weren’t new to the Townshend family. “My father had played the guitar when he was young and my uncle Jack had worked for Kalamazoo [a depression-era offshoot of Gibson], before the war, developing guitar pickups,” Pete told Guitarist in 1990. “So there was a kind of a family thing about the guitar, although it was considered something of an anomaly then.” Pete’s original intention was to emulate his father and play saxophone, but “… I couldn’t blow a note so he suggested the guitar,” he said. “Chromatic harmonica was actually my first instrument and I got very good at it – not quite Stevie Wonder, but very good. Then I hit 11 and decided I did want to try the guitar …”

Pete’s grandmother bought him his first guitar for Christmas in 1956, which he remembers as “a cheap Spanish thing”, which again brought to the surface Pete’s distaste for Granny Denny. “My father was going to buy me a guitar for my 11-year-old Christmas – and he would have bought me a fabulous instrument,” Pete said in 1993. “But what fucking happened is that she bought it! She bought me a guitar like you see on the wall of a Spanish restaurant, a phony guitar. I was excited for a while, standing in front of the mirror, but I realised very quickly that I was never going to be able to play anything on it.” Cliff taught his son some basic chords, but Pete struggled mightily with the instrument, “just a really, really cheap guitar … I fought tooth and nail with it for a year and finally gave up because it was such a bad instrument.”

In 1956, Pete was placed in Acton County Grammar School. As he entered adolescence and started to notice the opposite sex, Pete began to realise that the size of his nose was becoming an obstacle to his acceptance in the various social circles that existed at grammar school. His nose was often a topic of conversation both at school and at home and this unwanted attention affected Pete profoundly. “Grammar school was very painful for me,” Pete told Penthouse in 1974. “I was very embarrassed and self-conscious about my nose for quite a while. I got obsessed with it. Music was my escape. My mother was no help, she seemed to think that anybody who wasn’t beautiful couldn’t be any good. She was gorgeous, of course. My father was very good-looking, too. How they spawned me I’ll never know. Dad was kind to me about the nose, but in an unintentionally devastating manner. He used to say things like, ‘Don’t worry. Arthur Miller married Marilyn Monroe, didn’t he?’ I didn’t want to look like fucking Arthur Miller, I wanted to look like James Dean.”

Deciding against wallowing in self-pity, Pete grew defiant: the fact that people often bated him about his nose began to serve as personal motivation to succeed at something which would make them forget that his nose was ever there. “… I used to think, ‘I’ll bloody well show them,’ ” he told the Evening Standard. “ ‘I’ll push my huge hooter out at them from every newspaper in England – then they won’t laugh at me.’ And when I first started singing with a group, I used to go up onstage and forget that I was Pete Townshend who wasn’t a success with the ladies, and all of a sudden I’d become aware that there were little girls giggling and pointing at my nose. And I’d think, “Sod ’em – they’re not gonna laugh at me!” And I’d get angrier still. My whole absurdly demonstrative stage act was worked out to turn myself into a body instead of a face. Most pop singers were pretty, but I wanted people to look at my body, and not have to bother looking at my head if they didn’t like the look of it.”³

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Around this time, the Townshend family moved only a few hundred yards west of their Whitehall Gardens home to a spacious, two-floor terraced brick house just east of Ealing Common on Woodgrange Avenue. These larger confines welcomed additional family members, as Pete’s brothers Paul and Simon were born in 1957 and 1960, respectively.⁴

Music was the common denominator around the household. “On a Sunday afternoon my Dad would come in and play his sax and all his mates would come in – Tommy Thompson with his bass, Billy Sharp playing the trumpet – and it was just like a fantastic house,” Simon Townshend recalls. “It’s quite extraordinary in some ways. A lot of drinking and a lot of partying and a lot of people around all the time, really.”

But beyond the music and the gaiety, Cliff and Betty had a turbulent marriage – both had flinty tempers fuelled by frequent drinking (a trait which Pete would unfortunately inherit) and Betty had occasional affairs. Pete later referred to her as “unfaithful”.

“It was a fiery household, without a doubt,” Simon recalls, offering the following unsettling illustration of his parents’ relationship: “If you’ve ever seen Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf with Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton, you could literally put my mum and dad into those roles and they would slot in so perfectly.”

Pete’s grammar school friend and fellow guitarist Alan Pittaway, who lived in nearby Hart Grove, used to visit Pete at Woodgrange Avenue. Pittaway remembers a palpable tension between Townshend and his mother. “I think [Betty] obviously ruled the nest, because [Cliff] was away quite a lot as a professional musician,” Pittaway says. “If I was round there and we were playing the guitar, Pete would become very anxious. She was quite physical, very strict. I never saw a nice side of her. I’m sure she had a nice side, but I never saw it. She always seemed to be very angry to me. I never worked out what it was she was angry about. I think that’s why Pete was a quiet boy. He used to go to his room and play. Maybe that was his escape from it all – his own little world he created.”

Pete had a complicated relationship with both parents. He offered some thoughts on the subject in an interview with the San Diego Union in 1989. “I wrote about my mother and the relationship we had,” Pete said. “I’ve continued to write about it and it still hurts. She’s still a very fiery, exciting, stimulating character, and she can hurt you very badly if she wants to. And I find myself doing the same back to her.” Pete said that his relationship with his father “wasn’t that intimate. He was very busy, and I think that in a Freudian sense, I’m doing the same thing; I don’t see half enough of my family because I’m so wrapped up in my work. He was very simple, very loving, very uncomplicated, very straightforward and immensely proud that I was successful at anything. He really didn’t like that it was rock because it wasn’t really decent in his view; he hated the drugs. But he was an absolutely sterling supporter of anything I did.” Pete added in a 1989 interview with Guitar Player, “I just wanted to be like my dad; you know, I worshipped him. He was a magnificent player and a fantastic man.”

Meanwhile, Pete’s difficulties learning to play his new guitar and his evolving taste in music soon saw his aspirations drift toward the banjo. “I started to examine what was happening, listening to Elvis Presley like all my friends,” he said in 1990, “but to be honest I never really liked him, and also I think Scotty Moore was an aberration – it’s not my idea of great playing,” adding, “I know that’s sacrilege to many people and I wouldn’t want to slight him as an individual or as a player, because he’s cited as a seminal influence by so many people, but for me it was more the sound of Nancy Whiskey. Yes, the sound of strumming guitars, such a glorious sound.” Whiskey was a member of the Chas McDevitt Skiffle Group, which was riding the wave of the genre’s new popularity with their single ‘Freight Train’, on which she sang lead vocals.

Both skiffle – a basic, uptempo variety of folk music – and trad jazz – a new form of swing – experienced considerable popularity during this period. Chief among skiffle musicians was Lonnie Donegan, who is credited with boosting the genre’s profile with his 1956 hit ‘Rock Island Line’. Pete was especially taken with the new wave of banjo players which emerged during the upswing of skiffle and trad. “The players I looked at were the guys with Acker Bilk, Ken Colyer and Kenny Ball,” he said in 1990. “English banjo players really were a law unto themselves – you don’t find that kind of brisk banjo playing on the original Louis Armstrong or Bix Beiderbecke records. But Acker Bilk’s banjo player had this very vital, bright sound. He used a G banjo with a long scale and played it with lots of flourishes and I copied that until I went back to the guitar a couple of years later.” Pete acquired a mandolin banjo, his sights firmly set on joining the Confederates – “quite a good trad band – we even had a tuba player,” – at Pete’s school featuring a trumpet player named John Entwistle.

The Confederates, who devoted more time to rehearsing than actually performing, played only at the local church youth club, the Congo Club (short for Congregational Club). “It was when I came closest to being part of a gang,” Pete recalled to Richard Barnes. “I got caught up with a guy called Stewart Dodd. He and I both had big noses at school and he was nicknamed Oscar after some cartoon character with a big nose. He went through an incredible metamorphosis. We didn’t see him for some time and I saw him rolling down the street drunk one day. I said ‘Hello Oscar’ and he smacked me in the teeth and threw a bottle at me. He had turned into a petty villain overnight and was caught up with a local bunch of hard nuts and just hated being called by his school nickname. I started to live in the real world after that.⁵ I had shut myself away plunking away on the banjo at home and suddenly realised that the Congo wasn’t just a place where we got together and entertained the troops, as it were. There was a lot of violence and sex and stuff going on.”

The 14-year-old found being a member of The Confederates attractive for reasons other than music. Adult topics such as political activism and sex were vying for his attention. “We were all very left wing, or they were – I didn’t know what politics was about, but I went on the Aldermaston march – or, again, they did,” he said in 1990.⁶ “And they were always disappearing into sleeping bags with girls …”

While initially excited about being in a group, Pete was rather self-conscious about his abilities as a musician. “I had to rush out and get a chord book,” he recalled to Richard Green. “As I’d been buggering about playing guitar for nearly two years I wasn’t getting anywhere. They expected me to play and were fairly impressed, which I couldn’t work out. Perhaps they thought that if you could play three chords you could play the rest.” At one time there were three banjo players – one of whom would eventually bump Pete out of the line-up. “This guy Alf Maynard had a Vega banjo and was very much the central figure of the band, so I got edged out. I was a better player than him but I didn’t really fit and didn’t push myself too much,” Townshend told Richard Barnes.

Pete’s brief tenure with The Confederates came to an end when an argument erupted with Chris Sherwin, the group’s drummer. “We got into a fight and I hit him over the head with a bag and he had a concussion which I didn’t realise,” Pete recalled to Barnes in 1982. “As a result I was sort of ignored by our little school playground clique. They gave me the cold shoulder. I was a little disturbed by it and went more into my shell in a way and transferred it to the guitar. I just decided to use what was really a pretty bleak period for that.”

This withdrawal from The Confederates, combined with a resurgence of an interest in rock’n’roll, saw Pete’s banjo playing days come to a close in 1960. The recent success in Britain of Cliff Richard & the Shadows had brought the guitar to the forefront once again and Pete particularly admired their lead guitarist Hank Marvin. Chuck Berry, while enjoying immense popularity during this period in America, was yet to have an impact on him. “I never got much into roots rock apart from Bill Haley,” Pete told Sounds in 1980. “I never liked Elvis very much or his band … I did like Jimmy Burton who played with Rick Nelson; he was a big influence.”

Townshend bought a “reasonably good Czechoslovakian guitar” for £3 at ‘Miscellania’, his parents’ antiques shop on Ealing Common and gave up playing his mandolin banjo, but the rapid strumming technique he had learned remained. “I also got myself a little amplifier and went electric,” he recalled in 1993. Before long the amplifier became the first of many to suffer the Townshend treatment. “One day, I was about 14, John and I were sitting playing something together in the front room, not very loud, and Granny Denny came in and she said, ‘Turn that bloody awful row down,’ ” Pete told H.P. Newquist of Guitar in 1996. And I said, ‘Get out now or I’m going to kill you, you fucking old bag.’ She yelled, ‘How dare you talk to me like that!’ So I picked up my amplifier and threw it at her. She ran to the other side of the door and the amplifier landed there in a big heap and it fizzed and went off. And I’d just bought it. I’d worked delivering newspapers for literally three years to buy it. And John looked at me and said in that low voice, ‘That was good. Done it now, haven’t you?’ But I got it repaired.”

Townshend and Entwistle soon formed another group with two school friends, with Pete playing guitar and John on bass. “We used to play Shadows numbers,” Townshend told Green. “I was terribly happy with it and people quite liked us. It gave me a new confidence. I hadn’t made it very well with chicks, and at the time when my mates started to get it together with chicks I was getting into the guitar. It became quite an obsession.” They called themselves The Aristocrats, then The Scorpions, and following the rehearsal-heavy tradition of The Confederates, they played only once, in front of an audience, at the Congo Club.

Pete’s friend Alan Pittaway, whose first group, The Sulgrave Rebels, featured fellow grammar school pupil Roger Daltrey on rhythm guitar and vocals, later played guitar for The Mustangs, one of two popular local groups – the second being The Detours – whose members hailed from Acton County Grammar School. On October 21, 1961, Pete performed two gigs with The Mustangs. “We got him to join our band,” Pittaway recalls, “ ’cause he was playing Shadows stuff and we were playing the same stuff[the centrepiece of The Mustangs’ act was the Shadows’ 1960 hit ‘Apache’]. We just needed an extra guitar so he did some gigs with us.”

“They were the first gigs we had ever done,” recalls Mustangs drummer Peter Amott. “The first one was at Shepherd’s Bush Cricket Club, followed by probably Pete’s first appearance at the White Hart hotel [in Acton]. The latter was actually a dinner dance for the BP Scout Guild, and we were most embarrassed as, after performing, we all stood in the middle of the dance floor whilst money was thrown to us by the audience.”

Pete left school in the autumn of 1961 aged 16 and enrolled in a two-year introductory course at nearby Ealing Art College, which allowed him to pursue other interests.⁷ “I did two years of foundation, when I was exposed to all the futuristic stuff,” Townshend recalled to the author. “I went into graphic design rather begrudgingly because I had wanted to work on installation sculptures that involved small buildings and music. The sculpture school failed to get a diploma accreditation. I [later] used my talent for graphics in my early design work for The Who. Target T-shirts, T-shirts and jackets with medals and chevrons, The Who logo with the arrow based on the male symbol, etc. Strange that today most graphics is computer based which is probably what the ground-breaking tutors in my Foundation course were really predicting, not what I thought they meant – which was that computers would mean I could take my art to the world in a single bound one day.”

The art school was less than a mile from the Townshend home on Woodgrange Avenue. “It was such a great period for me. I had a natural artistic bent which was why I ended up at art school, but basically I should have done something to do with writing I suppose, but if I had I probably wouldn’t have ended up sort of so open-endedly creative as I later became. The art side did get my brain going creatively and started me thinking.”

Ealing Art College was a think-tank containing much local artistic talent that went on to musical careers, including future Faces/Rolling Stones guitarist Ronnie Wood and Queen frontman Freddie Mercury. Richard Barnes, who met Pete at the school in 1962 and has remained a close friend, recalled the atmosphere two decades later in his book Maximum R&B: “Ealing Art School was a very unusual art school. This normally staid institution had, in the same year that Pete enrolled, acquired a new head tutor, Roy Ascot. He had replaced most of the staff with young fresh Sixties designers and artists and was to begin a revolutionary experiment in art tuition based on the science of Cybernetics.”

Cybernetics is defined, according to Webster’s dictionary, as “the science dealing with the comparative study of human control systems, as the brain and nervous system, and complex electronic systems.” Barnes recalled that Townshend, along with many “excited but confused students,” jumped right in. “Printmaking, basic design, sculpture and colour theory,” he added, “were all intermingled with feedback, noise-interference and automation principles,” in the interests of studying and comparing the inner workings of man and machine.

One particular art school project involved each member of the class being assigned certain physical characteristics. Pete’s rather debilitating scenario was to face life with no legs and an inability to communicate with others. To tackle the first problem, he and some fellow students fashioned a cart out of old orange boxes and the wheels from a baby carriage. “Not only did I have to push myself about on this cart,” Pete said in 1982, “but I also had to communicate in a phonetic alphabet that my group had to think up. In a way it was like fucking acting school.”

Prominent artists, designers and playwrights gave lectures at the school, including Larry Rivers, Robert Brown john, autodestructive art pioneer Gustav Metzger and American pop-artist R.B. Kitaj.⁸ Metzger proved particularly influential. Barnes wrote that the artist “… showed slides of paintings done in acid on sheets of metal showing the stages of ‘beauty’ as the acid slowly destroyed the metal and was later publicly acknowledged by Pete for his inspiration on autodestruction.” Pete recalled that Metzger later, “turned up at some [Who] shows when we were smashing stuff up. He really got into it.”

“In Britain … art colleges were intense, hothouse places, with brilliant, over-qualified teachers and pupils who left with a comprehensive avantgarde education and had to find a use for it in a deeply conservative society,” wrote The Guardian’s Jonathan Jones in 2000. Artist and teacher Michael Craig-Martin told Jones, “I came to Britain in the Sixties, and was immediately teaching in a provincial art school and I couldn’t believe how good the school was. They were sophisticated about art. What you often saw were extremely bright students who had failed in the conventional education system. At art college, the things that had been a disadvantage became an advantage. But when people came out of those institutions there was nothing for them. One of the reasons for them going into other fields, including pop music, was that there was nowhere for them to have a career in Britain.”

Music was also a big part of life at art school. “There would be lessons where you sort of listened to jazz, or listened to classical music, or explored minimalism,” Townshend said in 1982. “We had jazz musicians, film writers, playwrights as well as artists … to come and lecture. It was a clearing house and music was something that was very much considered to be okay and not something that you only did after hours. It was part of life. You could sit in a classroom with people painting and playing. I used to do it.”

In 1962, Tom Wright, a photography student at Ealing Art School who hailed from Alabama, asked Pete to teach him some guitar licks after he’d overheard him playing in the common room.⁹ Townshend visited the flat on nearby Sunnyside Road that Wright shared with his friend ‘Cam’ McLester and was blown away by the Americans’ record collection, which had around 150 blues, R&B and jazz albums, many of which were very difficult to find in Britain. Townshend and Barnes became regular visitors to Sunnyside Road where Pete would teach Tom to play the guitar in exchange for access to the record collection. “I got my introduction to the blues and a lot of other stuff too like Mose Allison, Ray Charles, Jimmy Smith, Jimmy Reed and [John Lee] Hooker,” Townshend recalled in 1980.

“Hooker’s chord work convinced me that pinning down a precise and solid chordal structure was far more important for me than learning by rote the solos of virtuosos like B. B. King and Buddy Guy,” he elaborated in 1997.¹⁰

Chuck Berry, Howlin’ Wolf, Little Walter, Bo Diddley, Booker T., Lonnie Mack and Jimmy Smith were just some of the artists in the collection that left an imprint on Townshend’s memory, “and a few rather less obvious gems which none the less changed my head, the shape of my fingers, the way I walked and generally improved the appearance of the ladies I associated with,” he told Rolling Stone in 1970.

Many evenings were spent listening to these important recordings while imbibing Wright’s pot stash. “When I first got into pot I was involved in the environment more,” Townshend told Richard Green. “There was a newness about art college, having beautiful girls around for the first time in my life, having all that music around me for the first time, and it was such a great period – with The Beatles exploding and all that all over the place. So it was very exciting, but although pot was important to me, it wasn’t the biggest thing: the biggest thing was the fact that pot helped to make incredible things even more incredible.”

Wright and McLester’s stint at Ealing Art College ended when they were busted for possession of marijuana in late 1963 and deported from England. Wright asked Townshend and Barnes to move into the flat and keep an eye on the contents, an opportunity they both jumped at.

Meanwhile, in 1961, John Entwistle went on to join The Detours, the group fronted by Roger Daltrey, who’d left school to become a sheet metal worker and was earning a reputation for his abrasive manner. By mid-1962, the stage was set for Townshend’s arrival.

“We brought in this guy on rhythm guitar because he’d come into a little bit of money and bought himself a Vox amp and a guitar,” Entwistle recalled to Barnes in 1982. “We figured like if we had him in the group we’d be able to use his amplifier. He could sing a bit as well. The poor guy went on holiday with his fiancée and drowned, so we took over his amplifier. We figured he didn’t need it any more. We still had this other rhythm guitarist called Reg Bowen, but he only knew about five chords so eventually we started looking for a new rhythm guitarist and that’s when I managed to persuade Pete to join. He didn’t, however, want to join at first but I told him we had a real Vox amplifier, so he thought ‘A Vox amplifier … well …’ and he joined.”

The five-piece Detours (with Pete playing rhythm guitar while Roger played lead) played numerous songs by Cliff Richard & the Shadows, with the group being “very much a singer with a backing band,” according to Barnes. Townshend later complained that singer Colin Dawson (who used the stage name “Del Angelo”) wiggled his backside too much while singing.

By late summer 1962, The Detours were playing at various company dances, bar mitzvahs and weddings, transportation being provided by drummer Harry Wilson’s dad. The group secured their first residency around July, playing approximately five consecutive weeks at the Paradise Club in Peckham, south London. A key addition was made during this residency when Doug Sandom replaced Wilson as drummer.

Sandom, who was eight years older than the other members and brought stability and experience into the mix, recalls meeting The Detours for the first time on Acton High Street. “I thought they were a weird lot, I really did,” Sandom recalls with a laugh. “They were younger than me, you know, I’d been playing for quite a while in different bands and they were really young. Anyhow, I got on fine with them. The guy I got on best with was John. Roger, he was a likeable bloke, you know, jolly … Peter was something different altogether. Hard to get on with. Peter was … very quiet. It was hard work trying to get to know him. I got on all right with him, it got better the longer I was there. He was just quiet. It was a love-hate [thing]. I loved his playing, I loved his music, but I didn’t get on very well with him, you know.”

Even at this early stage, the band members, especially Townshend and Daltrey, occasionally displayed a distinct distaste for each other, as Sandom told Barnes, “When we were practicing sometimes, it was nothing to see Roger smack Pete in the nose or something. They were always at each other’s throats.”

When asked about the previous quote, Sandom says. “Yeah, Peter reckoned I was overdoing it, but it’s true. They used to fight, but they were mates the next minute. It was only a blow-up over something stupid. One I remember is that we were rehearsing in a working man’s club and I think Peter was having a go at John who was such a quiet fellow, he wouldn’t say nothing. I used to take [John’s side] … he used to let Peter tell him off and shout and bully him. That time [Roger] did smack Peter, yeah.”

In late 1962, The Detours played various venues, including a regular booking at Ealing’s Jewish Youth Club and at dance halls and various company outings. The group generally played four or five nights a week, often driven to gigs by Betty Townshend, who carried the group and/or their equipment (there wasn’t room for both) in the Ford van she used for her antiques shop. “It was my mother who actually gave us the most moral and vocal support in the early days,” Pete told the San Diego Union in 1989. “She set up auditions, lent us her van and almost used to roadie for us.”

Pete’s supportive parents also provided a meeting place for The Detours. “We used to meet round at Betty’s house, sit down and talk,” Sandom recalls, pointing out that The Detours’ equipment was stored at the house. “I used to see quite a lot of her. She was nice. She was good to us.” Sandom recalls Cliff as “a really nice guy. I got on well with him,” surmising that Cliff probably felt a particular affinity for Sandom since he was the eldest – and therefore most responsible – band member.

It was in November 1962 that Betty got The Detours their big break. Having gathered an impressive list of musical contacts and acquaintances over the years as a singer, she managed to get her son’s group an audition with the area’s leading booking agency Commercial Entertainments, which ran dances at numerous venues in west and south London. The nervous (Sandom told Richard Barnes that Pete was “white as a sheet”) Detours auditioned by playing three songs at the Oldfield Hotel, in Greenford – an onstage affair during an intermission between sets by The Bel-Airs, one of the area’s top groups at the time. “We went down there and they loved us, the crowd loved us, and that was it,” Sandom recalls. “We had our foot on the bottom rung of the ladder.” Gauging audience satisfaction as the deciding factor, Commercial Entertainments’ manager Bob Druce signed The Detours to his books and within two weeks, they were regulars on Druce’s pub and club circuit, which featured venues such as the Oldfield, the White Hart (Acton), and the Grand Ballroom in Broadstairs, Kent.

“[Druce] used to hire names like The Rolling Stones, The Hollies, The Searchers, all the top groups at that time, in the [early] Sixties and we used to open the night up, we used to play for an hour, then they’d go on, then we’d finish the night off,” Sandom recalls. “And we never looked back then, you know what I mean? We were so busy, we’d work, work, all the time, very busy.” Within a few months, Druce bought a van for the group, incrementally deducting the cost from their pay.

In late 1962, The Detours became a four-piece by bidding farewell to Colin Dawson, who was seemingly unable to juggle the commitments of an increasingly busy group, a full-time job, and a new fiancée. Soon after Dawson’s departure, Cliff Townshend managed to land the group a regular Sunday booking at the Douglas House, Bayswater. “We used to do it Sunday lunchtimes from about two ’til about four,” Sandom remembers, “and then we used to go on from there to one of Bob Druce’s regular places to play at night.”

Douglas House was a haunt of American servicemen so The Detours tailored their set-list accordingly, adding country and western songs, including a Johnny Cash medley. Doug Sandom: “They used to love it … a bit of Johnny Cash, of course, and every time we played anything they liked, they used to send us up a tray of scotch.”

Ex-Bel Airs’ bassist/singer Gabby Connolly was enlisted as a vocalist for the Douglas House residency. Doug Sandom: “The reason why we got Gabby there is because Roger couldn’t fill a night out with vocals. So he used to help out with the vocals until Roger could fill a night, you know, do the whole night without anybody else. So he was there for a few months, maybe. But as soon as Roger felt like he was ready, Gabby went.”

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