I went to a gig this week: ‘James’ at the Sage (Gateshead) with an orchestra and a choir. Good, different, but as me and my friends looked around the hall at the rest of the audience we said ‘Surely we are not as old as that?’ We were- we look mid 40s but feel mid 20s (although when it gets to 9.30/10 there is a sense of ‘I’m tired and I want to go to bed’). Maybe rock bands and their fans will never die; they will just orchestrate their back catalogue and play to septuagenarians in well heated and seated concert halls.
This song is one of the great outsider anthems (and only 3 chords- bonus!); they didn’t do this (which was a pity as I really wanted to arrive late and someone yell ‘sit down!’ at me). One of the great songs: a song where, to use an overblown cliche, the hairs really do stand up on the back of your neck.