…to have fans aged sixteen to sixty, and co-musicians half your age. To open in Calcutta when most—who am I kidding? all—major bands give us a miss. To set 2300 people clapping to the beat of a J. S. Bach chart topper written 300 years ago. To joke about how “I may not be as pretty as Anoushka, but I do jump around a bit more.” To introduce a glockenspiel on stage and mischievously call it “a heavy metal instrument”. To switch from flute to parlor guitar to harmonica to tambourine and back again to flute, all in the course of the same song. To never be too old to rock ’n’ roll.
I wonder how it feels, to be Mr. Ian Anderson.
And in case you’re still wondering: Yes, I went to the concert.
4 comments:
Lucky you :(
How was it you bastard?
the glockenspiel part was the best, i think :D
wv: jigness. theplas, anyone?
oh we ARE asses. why didn't we invade the greenroom?! why?! my friend did, and i'm yet to hear the details, but anderson must have hey-ho-ed him. i'm hatching elaborate plan to get hold of autograph, will get you one if i can. and glockenspiel one is my fave too.
and oh, in case you are interested, i'm still netless. :-( presently in ma raksha kali cyber cafe, supposed to be working. :-( someone's socks/feet stink.
Post a Comment