Montrose: This Monster Thinks He's Mellow
Susan Whitall, Creem, January 1977
DETROIT — "Ah, so you're from the trash magazine," Ronnie Montrose grinned as we shook hands over his electric guitar-encased body. "Let me see if I can dig up some trash for you. Actually, I'm so fucking boring day-today. Don't smoke, don't drink... I'll tell you what to write: 'He came into the room, he ripped off my clothes, we made passionate love, I loved it, he performed like a stallion.'" [Hey, has he read my clippings? — Auth]
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