ROD JUMPS TEAMS
CAN HE CUT IT IN THE AMERICAN LEAGUE?
“Is he a movie star?” the newspaper photographer wondered out loud, pointing to an 8 X 10 glossy of Rod Stewart and Britt Eklund, casually positioned behind a scenic garden landscape, arms intertwined, eyes locked tightly together by adoring glances. “Oh well,” he sighed ^packing up his camera cases because Rod Stewart, the singer, did not want his picture taken. “I don’t usually do this kind of work anyways.”
It was easy to understand the photographer’s confusion, for these days Rod Stewart is a changed man. Sitting in his Chicago hotel suite listening to a test presang of his new album Atlantic Crossing, Rod seemed incredibly subdued. That cocky rock ’n roll flamboyance was now replaced by an eerie smugness. Outrageous conceits no longer decorated his conversation while passionate conviction no longer held up his bold statements. The only time he raised his voice was to put the Faces down.
