My friend Amanda and I
have made it our mission to see old rockers in concert. We did Smokie in 2008
and Neil Diamond last year, so nothing was going to stop us seeing the Eagles.
So, last week, it was off to the fabulous Cape Town Stadium once again, and
this time Amanda did the booking and got us seats a little closer than the
mile-away ones I managed to secure for Neil. (I also took binoculars – a necessity
if you’re sitting anywhere in the stadium other than in the first +-30 rows
down on the field.)
I began panicking a little as concert time approached – at 7.50pm, minutes before the band was due to appear on stage, the stadium was still embarrassingly empty. How could one of the best groups alive play to so few people? But it was just the typical Capetonian disregard for time that was at fault, and by the time the Eagles came on at 8.30pm (a trendy half-hour late), there were bums on almost all the seats.
|10 minutes to go to play-time: |
where the hell is everybody??
|Show time: the Capetonians |
come drifting in.
Which is where they stayed, sadly. As happened at the Smokie concert at Grand West, security guards were militant about stopping people dancing. I think there’s something fundamentally wrong about being forced to stay seated while the band on stage is playing its support-hose off, clapping their hands above their heads and urging people to join in. This isn’t a symphony concert, for god’s sake, it’s a rock concert – the music is designed to dance to!