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TIM HALE
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THE GREATEST STORY EVER TOLD
I was living on Fulwood Road in Sheffield at the time and my friend Charlie lived round the corner up by Ranmoor Church. One day, Charlie gave me a call to see If I fancied going down to Earls Court for the Pink Floyd concert that coming weekend.
It seems that Charlie knew this guy who had been involved in Woodstock and was now somehow involved in lighting the Earls Court concert. Charlie had wangled us a job, working as follow-spot operators for £10 a night. So we were going to see the concert and get paid for doing so. Brilliant!
We drove down in my Hillman Imp on Friday lunchtime. The stage was laid out with Pink Floyd’s kit, lighting gear and a bank of massive black speakers. Our job was to illuminate the giant plane that flew over the audience at the end of “On The Run”. In a darkened auditorium, with an unsuspecting audience, the effect would be stunning. We hung around the rest of the afternoon, ‘helping’ where we could, and when the doors opened later we felt quite important, wandering among the crowd, wearing our crew passes. We took our places at the spotlights for the performance in good time and it all went off without a hitch.