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Originally Posted by bombaysaffires
I don't think any real honest reports of what went on can come out while the key players are still alive.
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I wonder whether any of these cats — inside the band or out — can remember much more of what went down than what they’ve already aired the last twenty years. Drug use + old age = bad memories. In the studio, the engineers were supposed to have notated everything very carefully: track data, instrumentation, dates, and so on. But it still gets jumbled up and spit out wrong in our various reissues (“It says here there’s a clavinet on
Songbird.” No, there isn’t—somebody was high.)
Somebody writes that Lindsey threw a Les Paul at Stevie in New Zealand in 1980. But Lindsey doesn’t even remember enough to respond: “I wasn’t touring with a Les Paul in 1980. Your claim is a result of your brain on acid. Or perhaps it was projection: you
wish I had thrown something heavy and electronic at her.”
Even Stevie is supposed to have journaled everything in her multivolume diary. Yet she can’t even remember why she wrote
Sisters of the Moon, according to the Tusk deluxe.
It’s sweet seeing all the lovely little Polaroids Richard Dashut is posting. But why are they all dated “sometime in the 1970s”? Uh, d’uh.
No, I think these cats are finished with their stories. They may continue to
share stories, but they’re probably concocting or free-associating. I think this band should
can the books and just release old concerts. Old recordings never forget and never lie.