Chris Roberts - Idle Worship (Text Only Edition)

Life for me now was different of course. I had to work for a living, which was bad. On the other hand, I no longer had to make up stories and bribe older people to buy me alcohol, which was good. I was fully entitled to march into any bar in London and demand a pint, and a whisky to follow if I deemed it necessary. I had my own home to go to and would not be censored by anyone even if I crawled through the door and made a mess on the carpet.

Different as well was my attitude to the upcoming event. I did not hang around in my bedroom listening obsessively to Pixies records, as I did in those weeks preceding Led Zeppelin’s show. Nor did I talk about the gig continually, or feverishly worry that it might be cancelled. I probably would not have minded had it been cancelled. This would have saved me the trouble of going out and left me free to watch ‘American Gladiators’ and ‘Video Fashion’. How perilous it can be to reach thirty!

The concert was at the Town and Country Club – a very strange name for a music venue I always thought. Unable to come up with any last-minute excuse for staying in, I reluctantly got myself ready and found myself packed in with what seemed like hundreds of people in a Transit van, driving slowly from Brixton to Kentish Town.

As I crawled out of the van, and rubbed the circulation back into my limbs, I saw that there were people everywhere. Hordes of fans were struggling out of the Bull and Gate, pint glasses still in hand, and queueing up for the Town and Country. The pavements were full of couples holding hands, groups of young boys and girls edging their way closer to the doors, serious looking souls selling fanzines, gloomy-faced policemen, hopeful ticket touts, and various smug-looking people slipping in through the door marked Guest Passes. All in all a good atmosphere, and I was already thinking that possibly this was not such a bad thing to be doing.

The Town and Country was a good venue, much better than Green’s Playhouse, with bars in easy access, a huge open space to hang around in and a balcony with seats if you needed a rest. As we arrived the support act was playing. I have never had any interest at all in support acts, regarding them mainly as things that get in the way of the real gig, but tonight it was My Bloody Valentine and they were very fine. Already a fair proportion of the crowd was dancing to their dense sound.

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