u/BrianInAtlanta

Just received a phone call from an unknown number/No Caller ID. I tried hanging up but they kept calling back and I have a family emergency so I answered it. Said it was from Dekalb County Sheriff's office and that they had a signed document that I had received a summons for federal grand jury and I could now be arrested. Since I didn't sign anything, this person wanted me to come to Memorial Drive to have them check my signature.

Smelling a rat, I asked to call them right back if they would give me the number. After insisting a couple of times, they hung up. Then got online and found this: https://www.fbi.gov/contact-us/field-offices/atlanta/news/jury-duty-scammers-target-georgians. Just thought I'd get the word out.

Melody Maker: Pete Townshend and Keith Moon, stars of The Who, were involved in an incident on stage last week from which Keith received a badly bruised eye and three stitches in his leg. It happened at Newbury's Ricky-Tick Club, last Friday towards the end of The Who's performance. Eyewitness accounts as to what really happened are conflicting. Says Philip Hay Ward, promoter for the Ricky-Tick club: "Keith Moon and John Entwistle didn't get to the club until 10.10pm and, because the audience were getting a bit restless, Pete Townshend and Roger Daltrey took the stage without them, and did a number with the supporting band. Anyway, Keith and John arrived after visiting Ready, Steady, Go and went straight on stage. They had completed about 35 minutes of their 40-minute spot and were putting on a good show and playing very well. Halfway through 'My Generation' in the energetic part, Keith's drums fell forward. Pete was leaping about hitting his guitar in the amplifier when Keith bobbed forward to retrieve the drums and received a blow on the side of his head." Keith Moon was nursing his leg at home on Monday when he told MM: "I don't really know what happened. It was very instantaneous. Anyway, my eye is all black and blue, and I've had three stitches in my leg." Was it true Keith had threatened to leave the group after the incident? "Well, y'know, who needs it? If it happens again, I'm leaving!" said Keith. Pete Townshend, playing at the Blackburn Locarno on Monday night, said: "We were due on stage. Keith had gone out with somebody else. They must have been out for over two hours and in the end, we had to start playing without them. Finally, Keith turned up. At the end of our show we got mad in 'Generation' and it annoyed me in the middle of the number when a cymbal from his drums fell and hit my leg. I wasn't hurt; I was just annoyed and upset. Then I swung out with my guitar, not really meaning to hit Keith. I lost my grip of the instrument and it just caught him on the head. At the weekend, I went to Keith's home in Wembley to apologise, but he wouldn't answer the door. It's over and done with now and there's no suggestion that we might break up because of what happened." (Melody Maker 66/05/28)

Bruce Johnston of The Beach Boys lands in London with an advance pressing of The Beach Boys LP "Pet Sounds". The UK's biggest Beach Boys fan, Keith Moon, instantly makes himself available to show him around. That evening, they meet John Lennon and Paul McCartney. The two Beatles play cards as they listen to the album over and over. Keith, by the way, doesn't like it, as it isn't "surf" enough for his taste.

Press reports that The Who will be blown up onstage by the IRA if they wear their Union Jack jackets. The Who have a jacket made of the Eire flag. Max Ker-Seymer, who opened for The Who at one of these shows, told me the story was "bullshit".

One thing that did happen was that Roger Daltrey, who had just been reinstated in The Who after the second time they kicked him out (reasons unknown) was invited on this day for tea with Bob Dylan who was performing that night in Belfast.

Here's the local press report: ‘We’ll Be Nice To You’... said The Who. There were about twenty girls sheltering against the glass doors of the International on Friday last. They were cold and miserable. The excitement had worn off now. They knew that the chart-topping ‘My Generation’ Who were just five feet away in the residents’ lounge. They also knew that they hadn’t a chance to get inside. Roger Daltrey and Pete Townshend are more excited than their fans. Roger was reading Cityweek. “How did you manage to print that stuff about the Walkers?” he asked. Pete smiled. “We’ll be nice to you," be chuckled, dimpling his cheeks. “Honest we will!” Roger was bored. He changed his white tweed jacket for a burgundy velvet double-breasted. “Can we go out somewhere?’ he asked me. With Dubliner Gerry Boyd in the lead, Rog in the middle and yours truly bringing up the rear, we ran along Bedford Street, down Amelia Street and into the Jazz Club. After the screaming streets, Sammy’s was comparatively quiet. “I've never got used to being chased," said Rog. And that was the impression that all four of them gave. They are all local boys made good. The Who are probably the most human of the Name Groups. They like to play the Big Time. Rog spends a lot of money. He drinks four Scotches and two Cokes at a time. “In a pint glass!” he explained to the bewildered barman. “Just keep on pouring!” “That’s thirty-two and fourpence, sir!" Rog had no money, so their manager had to fork out. Chris Stamp looks after the group. A brother of film-star Terence, Chris knows his way about. His brain was working like a cash register all night, and he gets as many requests for autographs as the group! Artist Cecil McCartney joined us in the Jazz Club. Off we ran to the ABC. We caught Dylan singing ‘Tambourine Man’ and charged backstage. Rog and Dylan drank tea and talked. They compared Belfast, London and New York. Belfast was a non-runner in Dylan’s popularity charts. Then the two returned. As Dylan passed, Cecil the beat-poet-artist raised a hand to salute and said: “Peace!” "Ummhh!” said Dylan. And then off to Lisburn. One look at the crowd and at the Ballroom stewards convinced Pete that it’d be safer not to wear either a Union Jack or a Tricolour. “We’ll be lucky to get out of here alive!” said Keith uneasily. And was he right? Well, that’s another story! Over Bloody Marys in the hotel afterwards, I spoke to Reg Markham and Dermot Latham. M. & L. run the Dublin and Cork Cavalier Clubs and were responsible for booking The Who. They’ll be bringing big names over pretty often now. (Cityweek, 12 May 1966, p. 20)