Tim Anderson

“Rudge exits and Chris O’Dell sweeps in. She is a straw-thin lady with wide surprised eyes and blond, stuck-out Orphan Annie hair who is secretary to Marshall Chess, president of Rolling Stones Records.”
― Robert Greenfield, S.t.p.: A Journey Through America With The Rolling Stones

“A year before the Stones’ tour, while Peter Rudge was in America shepherding the Who through a tour, he began making inquiries about rock and roll PR firms. Everywhere he went, he heard the name Gibson-Stromberg. Rock writers in countless cities proudly pulled up their shirts to reveal Gibson-Stromberg t-shirts. Rock moguls like Denny Cordell (Shelter Records), David Geffen (Asylum Records), who at one point was going to handle the tour by himself, and Peter Asher (James Taylor’s manager) sung the praises of Gibson-Stromberg. As did Chris O’Dell. So when Rudge brought the Who to L.A., he decided to check their operation out, something which made both Gibson and Stromberg happy. Far out, they thought, we’re gonna get the Who. Another group to add to their bulging stable of the top seventy rock acts.”
― Robert Greenfield, S.t.p.: A Journey Through America With The Rolling Stones

“That week in L.A., a ticket to a Stones’ concert was better than a negotiable bond. You could get anything you needed for it. Seven grams of hash and a twenty-dollar lid was not considered an unreasonable asking price. Nor were offers of fifty dollars and over. With the Stones playing three places in the L. A. area, the Forum, the Long Beach Arena, and the Hollywood Palladium, the Palladium immediately became the hottest ticket, the Panama Red of admission slips. One kid spent a day on the phone looking for a way into the Palladium, making offers, raising and raising the ante with each call until he finally got one ... in exchange for two tickets to Jethro Tull and Led Zeppelin at the Forum and the Grateful Dead at the Hollywood Bowl and twelve new albums. All he had to do then was wait in line outside the Palladium for eight hours and he was home free.”
― Robert Greenfield, S.t.p.: A Journey Through America With The Rolling Stones

“In the ancient world, cosmogony was a therapeutic rather than a factual genre. People recited creation myths at a sickbed, at the start of a new project, or at the beginning of a new year – whenever they felt the need for an infusion of the divine potency that had, somehow, brought all things into being.”
― Karen Armstrong, The Bible: A Biography