What I am about to reveal to you is an unknown and totally unexpected aspect of the man considered by most to have been one of the craziest cats who ever lived, Keith Moon.
In 1966, I became great friends with all the members of The Who. I truly enjoyed the unhinged genius of their drummer, Keith Moon, with whom I shared a passion for acts of utter destructive zaniness, which, in his company, I would perform with an added touch of surrealistic upper-class bluster straight out of Monty Python. However, to describe that kind of bad behavior would only add to what is already well known about Keith Moon, nicknamed “Moon the Loon.”
Keith Richards and I flew back together from Jamaica to England and settled in Keith’s house at 3 Cheyne Walk in Chelsea, where we caroused with a host of beautiful women, but again, those tales of incredible excesses are not quite the subject of the present anecdote, although the latter derives from the former.