On Sunday night, we went to see a band called The Troggs.Quote from: "Oberon"
They were formed in 1964, in the UK, and became an integral part of the British popular music explosion.
They were celebrating 50 years as a band (although it should be 52, they didn't have their first recorded hit until 1966).
Now, when I was a young pup, in say, 1967 at the apogee of the teenage driven musical revolution, were someone to suggest we go to a concert to see an act from 1917, I would have thought them mad. Sure, recorded music was a novelty, and radio was just beginning, but the gap between the culture of 1917 and 1967 would be too vast to cross.
Yet here we are in 2016, watching a band of venerable, grey/white haired grandfathers belting out tunes that formed the backdrop of our youth with a gusto. In fact three members were not in the original line-up, because those originals were deceased.
What was more impressive was the audience. Because it was in a licenced premises, there was no-one of an age below 18...at least appearance wise. But there were certainly 20 year olds right through to...er...more senior attendees. Yet it was wonderful to see the more seasoned and grizzled fans singing, jumping, dancing and waving their arms in joy as robust as the younger folk.
But then it happened.
A blue bra sailed through the air onto the stage, at the feet of the guitarist, himself well within ground zero of 70 years old.
He picked it up, bemused and bewildered. What year was this again? Seeing the funny side, he draped the undergarment on his mike stand, to the cheers of the audience. But it was clear the article had perturbed him, and he played on, ignoring it for the most part.
Until, that is, the obvious owner of the bra moved to the front and displayed its former occupants.
Age and gravity had done her no favours, but what was more intriguing was what was she expecting in return? A roadie to sidle up later and invite her backstage? A nod and a wink indicating that he would see her after the show?
Perhaps she just wanted her bra back.
Most of us nearby wished dearly he would return it. She needed it.
Dontcha love rock and roll?
One night to forget one's age.
