Like I have said so many times before, “A lot of things about travel are glorious in hindsight”. Just this morning I was reading the latest posting on the one and only Jo’Blog which talks about the legendary Lagwagon (punk band) that played in Johannesburg a couple of nights ago. By the sounds of it a cracking time was had by all. But then I get a bit misty eyed when I think of all the great stuff I have missed out on because I'm in weird and wonderful places. I have missed weddings, piss-ups, festivals, Springbok games at Twickenham, St Patrick’s days in Dublin, Johnny Clegg on his birthday in London to mention just a few and now the latest and greatest entry into my little portfolio of missed acts… FOO FIGHTERS!
The tickets went on sale at the beginning of the year and I scrambled, leapt, jumped, and screamed for tickets (actually I called a mate and he got them for me). They were sold out in a matter of an hour or so and by nothing short of a miracle, we all got “Golden Circle” (hmmmmm ahhhhhh), front row action to arguably THE best rock band out now. So now, how kewl is this? Hyde Park, London, 17 June 2006, great weather, great friends, ice cold beer, fantastic tickets, top kick ass performance about to kick off and rattle the eardrums of 60,000 screaming fans…. and where was I??? F**KING BADGAG!!!! I was supposed to be done out here but my contract got extended.
“Can you hear me? Hear me screamin'. Breaking in the muted sky. This thunder heart. Like bombs beating. Echoing a thousand miles!!!!”
Thank goodness for BOSE. I had my own little concert!
