FANTASTICAL ENTERTAINMENT
As aregular reader of Uncut, I’m caught between an addictive nostalgia for the past and aglowing optimism for the future of music. So, when I read about Elton’s recent bowing out to an adoring Glasto crowd, Iwas reminded of along-ago concert when he really tested the waters.
It was early summer in 1975. My mate and Ihad arrived in London from Melbourne after having dodged aone-way trip to Vietnam courtesy of the Oz government’s birthday/lotto conscription policy. Now we’d secured two tickets to Wembley Stadium to see the Midsummer Music Festival. A veritable curate’s egg of talent for three-and-a-half quid!