Every night, he turned over stage time to Preston (who sang his own solo hits) and Shankar (who took over for long orchestral interludes). He complained bitterly about the audience, who got restless during the Shankar sets, and gave stern antidrug lectures. “I didn’t force you or anybody at gunpoint to come to see me,” he snapped in one press conference. “And I don’t care if nobody comes to see me, nobody ever buys another record of me. I don’t give a shit.” It was the first night of the tour.
