My view of the Neil Young gig on Wednesday. And he moved around. A lot. This is what I get for saying my mum was wrong about something. But he was amazing (Mr Young not the baldy man in front). I can’t believe I’ve been. I can’t believe how much I’ve spoken about it, to John, his mate who went the night before, friends at work, kids in the classroom, everyone. Take deep breaths. Re-adjust.
I love this picture. I feel like there needs to be a website of “The people in front of us at concerts” or something. I’ve a lovely one of a blond, permed head in front of me at a Sammy Hagar concert that I went to years ago
that’s a great idea, like a hall of pain lol.