Creem Cheese Of The Month

God, it’s 11:00, and I’m late for this appointment with Dick Purtan. Rock ‘n’ roll just isn’t a diurnal business — even when I get there, an hour late, our photographer has to offer to slap me silly to get the adrenalin flowing. I marvel at Purtan’s energy as he receives us in one of the engineering booths, surrounded by controls and tapes (“Crowd Sounds,” “Hysterical Laughter,” “Baby Crying,” “Horse Neighing”).