Surprise Saints of My Generation: The Who


When I was a kid it confused and bothered me that All Saints’ Day comes before All Souls. I knew that Halloween was the vigil of a commemoration of the dead, and I didn’t understand how it could leap over this Saints thing.

Then it became more clear that the “hallowed” of all Hallows Eve means holy or sacred, and that the ordinary people had to wait one more day for their do. Fine. That makes it doubly fitting to talk about The Who today—-they are many things, and ordinary isn’t one of them.

I had the thrill of seeing the premiere of the new biodoc about them, Amazing Journey: The Story of the Who, at the Paley Center for Media on Tuesday night. Besides the film itself, the thrill was having Roger Daltrey and Chris Stamp, their co-manager until 1973, in the audience.

It is an engaging, satisfying documentary. The story threads of the individuals are strong and easy to follow, and there’s enough performance footage to balance the talking heads. Luckily, the main talking heads are Daltrey, Townshend, and Stamp, so your attention does not drift. The filmmakers—-a team of Nigel Sinclair (No Direction Home: Bob Dylan) and Robert Rosenberg, executive producer Bill Curbishley, and directors Paul Crowder (Once In a Lifetime) and Murray Lerner—-have found amazing footage of the band when they were the High Numbers, among other rarities.

There are many highlights, but the absolute standout moment is the footage of the group performing at the Concert for New York in Madison Square Garden on October 20, 2001.

I had not seen that concert on tv, so it was a fresh, immediate experience for me here. The defiant downbeat to the unmistakable undulating A and D chords. Sublime tension drawn out . . . drawn out . . . drawn out, until the next merciful, scalding downbeat release:

We’ll be fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Said out judgments were all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song

Townshend is on fire, Entwistle is planted firm, and Daltrey’s voice is strong, certain

I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I’ll get on my knees and pray

WE DON’T GET FOOLED AGAIN

The primal scream, now taking on meaning informed by the murder of 3,000 people.

The theater-sized screen, the souped-up sound system, the sheer power and brilliance of that performance: the Paley Center crowd broke into applause as the last chord rang out, even jaded first-nighters roused by reliving this painful, extraordinary moment in time. The filmmakers seemed to know instinctively to let this performance footage be the longest in the whole film.

In the panel discussion afterward, Daltrey said that it was Pete who decided that they would do rock ‘n’ roll, that others might be doing more gentle, “healing” songs, but he wanted to rock the place down.

And that’s why they are in my thoughts this sainted day, as the Church encourages acknowledging the saints we know in our daily lives outside of the litany.

Townshend & co. offered back to a shattered, grieving, stunned city the comfort of certainty. His music is in the DNA of at least 2 generations. The angst, the longing in his chords—the anger, the rebellion, the exuberance: THIS IS WHO WE FUCKING ARE. Sex, drugs, rock ‘n’ roll—it’s part of life. And a particularly American life.

We had just been attacked, in part, because of those values. Because a fundamentalist viewpoint sees the decadent West that must be destroyed.

But Pete, and Roger, and John pushed back as only they could and said NO. You can’t kill us—we will go on stronger, and longer, and louder. And we were all raised up then, and now in the rewatching, by the blistering, insistent, inspired performance of their anthem. Deo Gratia.

Check out Tom Watson’s own appreciation of the band if you haven’t already done so.

The film is being shown on VH1, commercial free, at 9:00 p.m., this Saturday, Nov. 3. I will definitely watch it again. The DVD goes on sale Nov. 6.

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    Thanks for the heads-up about the commercial-free showing on VH-1. I saw the 9/11 concert on TV and was startled by how "Baba O'Riley" and "Won't Get Fooled Again" were given new meaning, and the band's performance given new passion, by the terrible context. As far as the documentary itself, I was most impressed, and pleased, by what decent guys Townsend and Daltrey have grown up to be. Townsend, of course, remains one of the very best rock critics - his comments on the transformation allowed Daltry by playing the part of Tommy on stage were especially astute. Surprisingly, Daltry's take on the Who's performance at Monterey were equally sharp. And kudos to Chris Stamp for being the snappiest dresser: the Mods would be pleased.
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    Hey Manny, there's something from Leeds in the film. I don't remember which song. When I watched it again, I was surprised how much talking they did over "Won't Get Fooled Again," which I didn't notice at the premiere, where I was so stunned be the performance.

    I've watched the clip repeatedly now on Youtube, and there get a sense of the "transformative moment" Tom talks about.
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    Wow,
    I am getting chills reading your post, MA.
    I will be buying the DVD even though my wife K plugs her ears when I crank up "Live at Leeds"--the one that never, ever makes me feel old.
    Is that concert (Leeds) in the documentary?
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    It was a mind-bender. Total emotion like I hadn't felt since being a skinny kid at a Who show at MSG in the 70s, or pressed up against the tiny stages of Max's or CBGB or the Pep Lounge.

    And the place was filled with grieving firefighters and their families, filled beyond capacity - people sitting in aisles. They were drunk, stoned, and weeping openly. The Garden gave free beer to anyone in uniform. McCartney had gone around the week before personally handing out tickets at firehouses. Bowie opened it up with an elegeic Heroes. But the Who provided the transformative moment. I'll never forget it.
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    Tom, I can't imagine what it must have been like to be at that concert. This footage is going to blow you away.
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    Thanks for the terrific review! We should have a Who channel here, if Mr. Townshend agrees. I can't wait to see the film - can well remember The Kids Are Alright about 25 years ago.

    MA, I was the Concert for New York in 2001 and the Who's segment was one of the most emotional public moments of my life.
 

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