Getting old

After a gap of over 5 years, there we were back at The Roundhouse for the second time in a week on 18th October to see Steve Winwood (thanks Harry for the reminder that I'd forgotten to mention him!).




Waiting in the bar for the doors to open (where else would you wait?) I looked over the rest of the audience, and it happened again - just like when we went to see The Blues Band - the rest of the audience seemed SO old! The trouble is, so are we. There I was thinking we were so 'with it' still going to gigs, and the reality is that we're as old as that audience, all of us still following our favourites from the 1970s.



Looking over the standing audience on the ground floor, it looked like a Grecian 2000 salesman's dream!



When we sat down I was really pleased with the positioning:



"Hey John, it's great I can see the whole stage - the pillars are only blocking the view of the keyboards p.. l ..a ..y ..e.. r . . . . . . aah, do you think he'll play the keyboards ALL night?"



The gig? It was good, but for me it was too jazz rock. Way too many jazz-style solos.

Below there might be a short video if I can ever get it to upload. . .

Life at the moment seems to be concentrating on making me feel age. At Novacon this weekend (there will be a separate post on the convention) Doug Bell referred to joining our table in the bar (John, me, Mike & Pat Meara and Graham Charnock) as 'visiting the 70's table' Bad enough if he was referring to us as 70's fandom, but I've just thought he might have been referring to our age! No, surely not.

And then there's John, who should know better, but still let slip that when I collect my next prescription on Tuesday, that will be the last one I have to pay for.

Excuse me while I go off into a corner and cry a little.