In the old 100 Club in the West End, standing at the front in tribute to the master bluesman John Lee Hooker, I became aware of someone of about my age - three years younger but not significant at our age - standing also in tribute a little to my left. A discreet glance identified him as Eric Burdon of the then-eminent Animals. Most of the main audience seemed younger than us.
Oddly enough the Club was run by the uncle of a friend of mine, the friend being a distinguished left-wing intellectual (now sadly foxed by early-onset Alzheimer's).
If only things could stay the same... except that would be boring.
Incidentally, Hooker wasn't a favourite of mine. A bit dour for my taste.
Last edited by: Armel Coussine on Tue 21 Mar 17 at 17:12
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