Hobbling With The Wolves
I went to see The Prodge a couple of years ago when they played Auckland NZ. What an excellent gig, almost as good as the last time I saw them at Brixton, my last gig before leaving for NZ.

The ticket actually cost more than the flight from my home in Christchurch, but rocketing ticket prices is not my old-man complaint today.

Not wanting to be one of the lonely looking oldies at the back of the hall I used to mock in my youth, I found a seat up in the gods, away from the dance floor and donned my glasses to watch the spectacle unfold in comfort. Looking around I was relieved to see quite a number of 'fans' my own age, and felt rather bouyed to not be the odd one out. As the lights went up, I realised I was all alone. I assumed they knew where the local pubs were and had headed off to get to the bar before the spotty rabble showed up. So off I went, merrily reflecting that 47 means nothing these days. That's when I saw my peer group, miserably shepherding their sweating and ear-ringing kids to the car park with for-Christ's-sake-I-should-be-in-bed looks on their faces.
(J H Christ began in Afrika ka ka ka ka, Tue 12 Jun 2012, 9:17, 3 replies)

Nice one.
At Vector was it?
(wino.NZ The Ayatollah of rock n' rolla..., Tue 12 Jun 2012, 9:50, closed)

I wish. It was the Trust Stadium in Henderson.

But I did see The Chems at Vector. Spent most of that night hiding from my niece.
(J H Christ began in Afrika ka ka ka ka, Tue 12 Jun 2012, 10:18, closed)

:D

( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Tue 12 Jun 2012, 11:55, closed)