The cost of youth
It is ruinously expensive these days to go and see old rockers. But choose your band cleverly and almost regardless of the music, it’s worth the money - because in a sea of fans, you’re the ones who look young. All things being relative. I discovered Crosby Stills and Nash as a teenager growing up in the West Country where I secretly aspired to be Janis Joplin or Melanie while publicly discussing the relative sexiness of the members of Duran Duran with schoolmates. Thirty-odd years on, that quirk of musical taste appeared to make my beloved and I among the most youthful in the Royal Albert Hall last night. It was quite heartening.
Comments