The Concert

Cooling evening air and the smell of naughty smoke, nameless camarades all sharing beers and a joke beneath a natural stadium roof of stars and midnight blue massed ranks all sat by fires, just like the eve of Waterloo. huddled expectation, leather jacket wrapped round tight monolithic stage a silhouette in crisp moonlight. Someone shouts for Wally, or a friend that has gone missing giggles under blanket from some dreamy youngsters kissing. Conversation halted by the two-word intervention “one two,one two” Marshall HiWatt really gets the crowd's attention. People racing to the front, they want to get there first The noise as bubbling patience starts to strain now, fit to burst. I shout out to the burger bar for brother, but in vain the roar from eighty thousand like an oncoming subway train. A single drumbeat, crashing chord, a fan of laser light, the massed ranks rise, fists to the sky, guys, here we go- Alllllllllllrightttttttt! One minute in, it's deafening, the front rows start to jam, my raison d'etre plainly clear- I rock, therefore I am.