I needed a few days to let it all sink in, but I think I'm finally prepared to write about the magic that was The Who in London last Saturday evening. Wow. Just....wow. Such an incredible night - actually the entire weekend was incredible - but to be there, seeing that band live once again, surrounded by some of the most wonderful friends I have, well I'm not sure that any words can do it justice. But, since it's me, I'll give it a go...
:: Ready, Steady, Go! ::
We started the day with a good solid breakfast of concert DVDs. Live at the Isle of Wight, followed by a Live in Boston chaser, just to get in the mood, and especially for Viv, who'd never seen Boston, and had only seen bits of IOW. Carly and I, of course, have both shows completely memorized, but then we're freaky that way. So then, with Viv fully initiated into the cult of Who worship, and with the three of us now completely in the mood to ROCK, we proceeded to head out to get me to my hair appointment. That's right, I said hair appointment, please don't judge me. I will get to the effects of my ultra-shiny locks later... Then back to the house to wait for Ann, who arrived just on time looking like the fabulous rock chick she is, and then we were off! Well, we were off after I found my driving glasses and checked for the tickets about 8 times....but THEN we were off!!
:: Amazing Journey ::
The 403/401 west is never my favourite route to travel - it's boring and straight and unchangeing and did I mention boring? In a way though, I was thankful for the boringness of it, since the weather alternated between crappy and beyond crappy - rain/fog/wind/more of the same only worse - you get the picture. I did manage to get us there (with a slight detour that wasn't anyone's fault, really) and after some tense moments in the lobby waiting in the registration queue, tapping our feet and sighing, we checked into our hotel rooms. Finally, up to our rooms to change and get ourselves tarted up for the night. No time for a drink, although god knows I could have used one after that drive, but back down to the car we went, and off to meet more Who fans for dinner downtown.
After a great dinner, some good chat and just enough wine, we made our way to the venue. At this point we were all pretty excited (understatement of the century? perhaps...) and Viv, Carly and I went to find our seats. Which were awesome. 11th row on the floor, almost right smack dab in the middle - honestly, the best seats I'd ever had for any concert ever. So then, back out to check out the merch and the other fans out there. Concerts are always awesome for people-watching, aren't they? We heard the opening band start up and knew it wouldn't be long before we'd be in there!
And then we were in there! And it was loud! And so unbelievably incredible! And we were so close! It was just wonderful to hear and see everything. Impossible to take my eyes off the stage, trying to take in just exactly what I was seeing, it was nothing short of magic. Wow. And I'm sure my shiny hair was the reason Roger kept looking directly at me throughout the concert. Really. He was. I would swear on a stack of something. Or maybe it was just the aromatic smoke wafting around that made me hallucinate. Whatever. It's all good.
And then...just like that...it was over.
:: The Song is Over ::
But, like good fangirls, out we went to the stage door and hung out with lots of other Who fans waiting to see who would come out. And that night, it was Pete. After he had some photos with some contest winners (or something like that, we can only assume) he made his way down the line of fans and all of a sudden he was right in front of me. Looked directly at me for a split second, and then moved on. Lots of people had albums and tickets and other things out for him to sign, but I didn't. Which is perhaps why he looked at me like I'm an idiot, but that's ok. Just seeing him there was beyond cool.
So. One of the best nights of my life? It so ranks right up there. Thank you, my amazing friends, it's hard to believe this was over 4 years in the making, that the last time The Who came through here we didn't even know each other. I believe we were meant to be there together, and I can't imagine having been there with anyone but you.
And now, to quote Ross Halfin about The Who: "Still the greatest live rock and roll band in the world, ...and if you don't believe me you can fuck off."