Townshend on Entwistle (seen in Pete Townshend’s diary):
“OLD RED WINE” [is a song] I wrote right here in the hotel I now sit in (in NY) about the late John Entwistle. He loved expensive claret, and often drank it past its prime. There is an irony there somehow: John never seemed to realize how perfectly MATURE he had really become as rock musician. He didn’t need the trappings he thought essential, and that — in my opinion — led directly to his premature death.