A Typical Morning
"'House arrest', he said. 'Can't leave New York.' It's so weird,
Gil, Abbie Hoffman!""
I can remember 4 AM going by --- jarred awake with a splitting headache
in the water bed, in the little apartment downstairs in the barn which
we call the "Flat." Geoff and John usually live there, and I --- lest
it be forgotten --- usually live in Mick's room. Upstairs on the sound
stage I could hear the Rolling Stones playing, and playing very loudly.
I felt as though I was in a wartime bunker. Mostly bottom end, I was
getting. Boom-boom, ker-blam; boom-boom,
and Bill Wyman. The band was playing 'Sweet Virginia.' That's what woke
me up, since I had seen them record this song 12 years earlier in
London. I was visiting my friend Gary Wright and his friend Jimmy
Miller, who was then producing the band. But now, my head hurt. The
eastern horizon was just beginning to glow with tomorrow's sun, and I
suddenly remembered why my head hurt so badly, and why I had cracked up
the Cadillac only a couple of hours earlier. Too late, too lonely, too
drunk. The Stones stopped playing 'Sweet Virginia,' and somehow I fell asleep
again, although not for long.
Suddenly it's very light in the room, my head is still hurting, even
more, and I hear Kathleen saying, "Gil, it's me."
I groaned. Then I felt Kathleen's cool hands on my back. "Here," she
said, "maybe this will make you feel better." I felt the cold air on my
body as Kathleen brushed the sheet aside, down, and off, and suddenly I
was wide awake. Her hands felt good on my back.
"I can just stay for a second," Kathy whispered, "it's already nuts
across the way. Can you imagine, I just took a phone call from Abbie
Hoffman! Wouldn't let me off the phone for ten minutes, since he's from
Worcester and all. Wanted tickets for the Stones concert at Madison
Square Garden. So I said 'What about Philadelphia? That's first.'"
"'House arrest', he said. 'Can't leave New York.' It's so weird, Gil,
Kathleen was making the tips of my fingers tingle. "That's great,
Kathleen, keep on doing just that. You're onto something there. I never
get my back rubbed anymore."
"Oh, shhhsh, Gil, you could if you wanted to. You could get somebody to
do it if you wanted.
"So, listen," Kathleen continued, "Bill Graham's coming today.
up with Mick Brigdon plus three, can you imagine that?
Sheraton-Worcester's full. It's still the concert stage they're talking
about and whether or not it'll get built in time for Philadelphia.
Also, I found out that they
be needing the aviation hangar
at Westover, so you'd better call General what's-his-name out there and
give him the bad news. Too bad. $10,000 for a month isn't so bad, when
you think about it. I mean, there're atom
in those planes
out at Westover, aren't there?"
"Lower, Kathy. Lemme roll over."
"You stay just the way you are. Don't you dare roll over."
"All right, all right," I said. "So what's going on across the way?"
"In the Farmhouse? Well, they're all still up, I can tell you that.
Except Mick, who went to bed about five, somebody said, and of course
Bill and Astrid. Haven't seen them either, but they're in the Cottage
for sure. But Woody, Charlie, and Keith are up there now, raging around
the kitchen, and playing some cassette of Keith's. Fifties rock 'n'
roll. Loud. Charlie's going to fall over if he has one more drink. He
was sitting on the bench by the window when I came in, swaying back and
forth, not saying anything. I had just put little Robert down and got
him a juice when Woody said, 'Kathleen, come over here and let's wake
you up a bit.' Can you imagine that? Me, getting powdered by Woody and
Keith. 'No,' I said, 'I can't do that.' 'Why not?', Woody asked. 'Won't
they let you?' So I did just a little bit, you know. Can't hurt. I
really like those guys.
"Mick. I just can't understand how he can get any sleep up there, with
Keith playing the hi-fi like that. Keith does it on purpose. He must.
Funny thing happened, you know! Stu took the fuse out of the pre-amp on
his way to bed. Maybe Mick told him to, I don't know. Anyway, I guess
Keith and Woody found out, because all of a sudden they couldn't make
the hi-fi even go on, at
so they sent for Chuch, and Chuch
came over with a
fuse, mind you, and the next thing you know
it's the Big Bopper, Chuck Berry, and all the rest, all over again. We
never play records that loud, do we? That Keith . . ."
"Kathleen, are you in there?" It was Jill at the door, with her baby,
Joel, strapped to her back. "It's the cows," Jill shouted through the
screen door. "Some Stones watchers kicked down the fence, trying to get
to the barn, I guess, and the cows all went out through the hole. I'll
go down, but the phone's ringing off the hook over there. Mick just
"What did Mick want?" Kathleen interrupted.
"Said he couldn't sleep with the hi-fi so loud. Said he wanted a
chiropractor to come out sometime today. Said he wanted someone to do
stretch and toning exercises with today, and he asked if anyone named
'Prince Rupert' had called during the night from overseas."
"Tell him Prince Rupert called and wants him to call back," I shouted
out to Jill. "I took the call myself."
"Well, I've got to go," Kathleen jumped off the water bed, causing it
to swell and heave and knock me about. "Who cracked up the Cadillac?"
"I did," I said. "Just a couple of hours ago."