What Year Is This Again?
Dear God. Here I am, sitting unsuspectingly in my garden enjoying the evening sun when all of a sudden I’m hearing "Animal" booming from a massive soundstage somewhere downtown in this sleepy, little village on the west coast of Norway.
I’m rushing in to grab my computer and find out what the hell is going on. And you’ll never guess who’s coming to town - my town - for a Classic Rock Festival this week: Def Leppard. Manfred Mann’s Earth Band. Thin Lizzy. Roger Hodgson. Slade. Mott the Hoope and Rod Stewart!
Robert! Rod is here! Why didn’t he tell me he was coming? Why didn’t he warn me? I need to go dig up my old toy trains right away.
Anyway, after rubbing my eyes (and ears) and double-checking the calendar (ok, it is still 2008, I’m not going crazy) I really don’t know what to do next. Should I lock up the door, close the windows and stay inside for the next couple of days or pull out my old pub rock outfit from the basement and head on down and join the party?
Hooo-ooooo! [cl-ick]
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I got here as soon as I felt like it, Terje. There there … there … there again.
I think you must submit to the rock that is classic. Though where I come from, the classic rock stations probably wouldn’t play Slade or Mott or even the Leppard. Those bands are too European and in some ways too hard (we Americans are insecure about you hard Europeans and your effect on our women). Where’s Skynyrd? Where’s the Doobies? Where’s Steve Miller and his lyrical genius?
By Robert on 06.03.08 9:53 pm
They’re too expensive!
By schiing on 06.03.08 9:56 pm
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