t was around 2 am, when The Who finally took to the stage but within three or four minutes of the opening song there was a problem. Vic shouted out to me that Keith Moon had hit the large tom-tom mic with his drum stick and busted it. He told me to get up on stage and put another mic on the drum pronto. I ran to the backstage entrance to find it guarded by several large and rather frightening looking Hells Angels. One of them, a six-foot longhaired ape of a man covered in leather and tattoos said to me, “No one goes on stage while the band’s playing.” I explained the problem we had on stage but unfortunately it appeared that this was not negotiable. I rushed back to tell Vic that I couldn’t get onto the stage due to the primate situation, he yelled, “I don’t give a shit! Get on the stage and get a mic on that tom.” I rushed to the back of the sta ...