oung concert

In all the aforesaid posts, full of drama and whingeing about the heat, I have neglected the big occasion on Wednesday night, the much anticipated Neil Young concert.

Luckily it was on the first day of the heat wave and even though Neighbour Heather and I thought we would expire while we walked from the tram stop to the Myer Music Bowl in the early evening we didn’t.

People converged on the venue from all directions and we plodded steadily up the hill towards the entrance. We were lucky in getting a young man on security at the gate who understood that we weren’t going to behave badly with our bottles of water and hurl them at some-one else in the crowd on some crazy whim. Our instincts for survival were centred on lasting the evening without expiring and any throwing of water would have been over our own heads and not over some-one else’s.

The concert was the best, we were high up on the lawn (read dead grass there) and although the figures on the stage were hardly recognizable the voice certainly was and I was thrilled to hear live some of my favourite songs. The crowd covered all age groups and everybody got into the spirit of things though I have to admit I wilted after a while and had to sit down.

All too soon the last song had been sung and we all filed out in the heat of the night and made our way to wherever we were going - which in the case of NH and I was to the nearest tram stop and then home.