One hundred and four pages into Pete Townshend's autobiography, Keith Moon's already a liability but John Entwistle's fondly remembered, the dead half of the Who still cruelly extinct. Fortunately, reading page after page of Townshend's prose plays out like 20 discs in a row from Maximum R&B's creator. Sex, drugs, rock & roll. And books. Immutable.
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