02.06 Chapter Six (1965-67) Rock and Roll in a Kiddie Band
Our fans were the same girls who screamed for The Beatles and Herman’s Hermits. Not only did they yell at us, but they’d also chase us and throw things at us. Soft things, like donuts, mostly. One of us—not me—had mentioned he liked donuts. It was a little like A Hard Day’s Night with multi-colored sprinkles. It terrified me. If this was fame, I wanted none of it. That attitude has stuck with me through the years as I determinedly stayed behind-the-scenes. (Until now of course.)
