Christopher Sebela

writer, wronger, rearranger

The previous year at an old battleground, the Edgewater Inn in Seattle, Led Zeppelin had thrown all their televisions into the sea below. As Peter Grant was paying the bill, the hotel manager wistfully remarked that he had always wanted to chuck a TV out the window himself. “Have one on us,” roared Grant, and peeled off another $500 bill. The manager went right upstairs and heaved a big Motorola off the balcony.

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