My colleague could not wait for the Aerosmith concert, he went about telling everyone excitedly what he planned to do - he was going to get drunk and then, once inside, he was going to get stoned. He was more excited about his state of being in the concert than about the concert itself. Its another matter that he came in sober.
The sign that the Smithies were coming were there for all to see – huge mug-shots of ‘THE LIPS’ and his crew stared down at pedestrians and traffic, closer to the day there were directions with ‘RED SECTION, BLUE SECTION’ and arrows pointing to the hallowed ground where the famous five would strut their stuff.
Hindi movies of the seventies always began with two young kids (sometimes twins) getting lost in a fair and then meeting up years later. It seems that that Steve and Mick got separated at birth in a fair in India, though Steve claims he has never set foot here before. Their antics on stage and their LIPS bear more than just a passing resemblance.
The crowds began coming in at 5.30, by 8 it seemed that there were not going to be many people. The crowds pressed to the barricades closer to the stage, it was empty at the back. The innocuous trickle began to have an effect on the ground, the area began to fill up. Soon one could see plumes of smoke coming from various sections. It almost seemed as if these Indians were sending out smoke signals to each, other communicating the number of reefers present.
Petite women with their gargantuan boyfriends began blocking my line of sight, while the stale smell of alcohol lingered after every ‘excuse me’.
I did not know many songs, nor would I have been able to recognise any off them accept for Steve. So whenever I saw a man with long hair on stage I would yell in anticipation.
Finally the show began and the daddies of rock did their stuff. There was one still photographer on stage busy getting Steve in action. The poor photographer was sweating as much as Steve. Maybe Steve was building up a portfolio, the photographer did not pay much attention to the others.
Joe Perry sang a song but before he did he thanked India for the Kamasutra. Later, he spanked his guitar with his shirt and boy did the guitar wail in pleasure. It was quite a performance by the group.
Steve even learned a few words of Hindi – I think I recognised ‘dil’ (heart) a few times.
An interesting way to spend an evening.
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