When I was young the only boy bands around were the Osmonds and the Jackson Five. Good wholesome lads who often appeared on the Andy Williams show come a Sunday night. Didn’t exactly get your pulse racing …
Things looked up when David Cassidy came on the scene – at last someone worth getting your knickers in a twist about! The last time I screamed at a man (other than my ex husband) was at a Bon Jovi concert, I only wanted to buy a drink but the music was so loud the guy at the kiosk couldn’t hear me. I’m not really a concert kinda gal.
Tonight I took my Mum to a concert (I really need to get a life!). Considering the average age must have been 103 you’d think it would have been an orderly and sedate affair .. no chance! For starters we had a ruckus when they were late opening the doors – when I say ruckus it was the British equivalent for which read loud tutting. Once in, I was trampled on as the biddies rushed to the loo, then again on the way back in their eagerness to spend what was left of their pension on a variety of
crap artistically produced merchandise.
Being a well brought up girl I let my elders go before me but damn it after being shoved out of the way and smacked with a variety of walking sticks and handbags I decided it was every girl for herself and elbowed my way in. I sat through 3 hours of singing, chanting, arm waving and selfie taking – who says they aren’t IT savvy. They were up and dancing in the aisles and clinging to the front of the stage, thank the Lord for dodgy hips as I wouldn’t have put it past this lot to get their corset off and fling at the feet of their hero. I got quite nervous when the old guy behind me shouted ‘You’re a God, Andre!’
Andre surely must be a God for his disciples follow him round the Globe, spending a fortune. My Mother alone has a whole cupboard filled with his CD’s and DVD’s, every one containing the same music but with a different cover. Some have the same cover – the benefit of being popular with the old is they forget what they bought and go buy it again. Many a conversation has been had in HMV ‘Mum you’ve got that one’, ‘no I haven’t dear’ …
Anyway, that’s over for another year! I’m just praying to Santa that Andre Rieu hangs up his violin and retires to his castle in Holland. Now that would cause a ruckus!