“…Gonna have to be a different man”

“You mean the band with those four English guys—but not the Beatles. You know, with Pete Townshend?” Veetch said, frowning in thought. “That’s Who,” Britt said, pulling tight on his laces. “That’s what I’m asking. Is that who you’re talking about…those guys who wrote about the pinball kid?” “No.” Britt sat up and stared at … Continue reading “…Gonna have to be a different man”