Hey, everyone. "Moriarty" here with some Rumblings From The Lab.
Here’s the part of this job that I hate. The part where I start getting e-mails that hint at something. The part where I call the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino to try and verify if John Entwistle, the brilliant bassist from The Who, was in fact staying there, only to be given a terse “no comment”. The part where I speak to the Clarks County Coroner’s office and verify that, in fact, Entwistle passed away today at the age of 57 of causes still undetermined.
For many people, British rock in the ‘60s can be defined by either the Beatles or the Stones. For me, The Who was always just as important, and I can’t count how many hours I spent blaring their albums at top volume, bouncing around the room, arm pinwheeling on my air guitar, stuttering along to “My Generation” or taking a trip with “Tommy” or trying on the sneer of a true Mod. Their sound remains a crucial part of my musical diet, and as this news sinks in, I plan to put on “Boris The Spider,” as loudly as possible, and mourn Mr. Entwistle’s passing in my own personal way.
Our condolences go out to the friends, family, and fans of The Who in this very sad moment.
"Moriarty" out.
