My hideously painful crush on Esther Mickley was getting some incredibly tangible relief and hope.
It was April, 1970 and I had slept out for two nights to the immediate south of the marquee of The Fillmore East to get tickets for The Who’s Final Performance of “Tommy” at the absurdly ostentatious and downright silly venue, The Metropolitan Opera
On July 8, 1967, I saw The Who at the Village Theater, their first full concert in New York, and Pete Townshend was using a Fender Stratocaster guitar. Up until that point, I'd only seen pictures of him with Rickenbackers. Although, when I saw The Who at Murray The K's "Music In The Fifth Dimension" Show about 100 days earlier during Easter vacation, Pete was using a blond