I remember Cat Stevens coming into my house in Montreal, which is about twice the size of this [hotel] room, and looking at my record player, which is just a little record player. And I could see just for a moment, this look cross his face, ‘What is this?,’ you know? I’m not trying to make a virtue of my own kind of life, but people do get amused when they see my particular style of life. ‘Cause it hasn’t really changed much since I left home.
Excerpt from Romance at the Broncoburger by Rob Mackie (New Musical Express: April 5, 1975)