Many people have paid tribute to Keith Moon in various ways. Roger offered him a song, "Under a Raging Moon".
And recently, I came across this little piece of memoribilia from Pete's website.
15 November 2000
'Future Passing, Nothing Lasting...'
'I try to scream as nothing dies......' (Let's See Action)
Nothing ever actually dies. Matter is transmutated (or is the word transmuted?) and a little piece of consciousness may travel with each particle - or perhaps consciousness exists separately to matter, as a reflection of matter. Who cares. What we know is that nothing dies. Not really.
Now I didn't know this when I wrote 'I hope I die etc'. But I have come to know the truth of it today without a fragment of irony. Being on stage with The Who, and playing before the most wonderful audiences full of such positive hope and expectation that we will reflect something old, new or even blue, has forced me to accept that some magic is at work which operates entirely outside my scope - and yet my part in it is essential.
In other words, I really don't know what I'm doing. I feel it necessary to take a guess.....
As things stand today there will not be a European tour close on the heels of what we have been doing here in the UK. I really do need to catch up on some vitally important solo projects and personal work. But I hope we tour in Europe before we pretend to die, perhaps in early 2002? In the meantime perhaps we can play a good live TV show that reaches a large part of Europe - is there still a 'RockPalast'? Or perhaps we can play a charity show somewhere in Central or Eastern Europe that will have the same effect? I don't want Who fans in Europe to think we have deliberately left them out. We left the matter until today to decide, and I have decided I can't go on - not right now. I need rest, but I also need to recharge.
As for band versus brand: Roger, John and I intend to go on seeing each other as often as we can to continue to explore what we might do next as a creative band. The Who brand has never been stronger.
Tonight is the first of two shows at Wembley and I although I am a bit sniffy I'm up for them. An old stamping ground for me and The Who, it is just around the corner to where I live, and it's good to be able to invite so many friends and family too.
So the future's been seen, and it is not the void it once was, neither does it need to be ever again - not while I'm pretending to be alive. So take heart. There will be a pause. Maybe even a long pause. There will probably be no new Who studio album in 2001, it doesn't quite seem possible. But there may well be new Who songs - though today I have no idea quite where they will come from.
What there will not be is an end.
I have profited from this tour in more ways than I can explain. There has been money of course. And there are cynics who say cynics will say that's the only reason we got together. It doesn't matter. What matters is that it was - all in all - wonderful. What is a treat is that it isn't quite over yet, three shows still to do. My legs hurt, my teeth hurt, my ears hurt, my fingers hurt, my brain hurts and my whole psyche burns from all the stuff - good and bad and in between - being spouted by Who experts on the internet today. But my heart feels good. It feels like one of those extraordinary days that Keith Moon didn't die. They were always good days.
Rumour has it, nothing dies.
