inspired by your too short shortstory, Maggie….and your concert with Paul McCartney….let me join in with a short shortstory too….
once upon a time there was this skinny teenager… I guess it was around 1966….he lived between two lakes in the northern sealand, just some miles north of Copenhagen…life was a lot more quit in general, which sometimes could be a relief, not that hefty load of inputs at all…but even though life felt rough for him….but after school he went down to the small one of the two lakes where there was a small boat rental, a middle-aged woman seated in a small boatshed…he emptied all the canoe’s and rowing-boat for water, didn’t get any money….but most of all there was this quit atmosphere over the lake looking out on the island in the middle of the lake…and he was allowed to take whatever he wanted for at boat or canoe..there was this marble of a Norwegian row-boat with lifted nose..he almost didn’t dare to touch it, it must belong to one of the rich people somewhere…but it seemed to fly above the surface and was a great joy to row, and it could turn around just like a fingersnap…and the canoes..he could paddle faster through the lake than to of his mates together in another canoe…
but…he almost didn’t listen to any music, primarily the nature was calling and was calming his mind, but his mother was listening to this new band called Beatles…but nothing moved around in his impatiently and unstable mind of his by that sort of music…
then one day he was laying alone on a small beach by the bigger lake…there was a girl several yards away with such a sophisticated thing called a transisterradio…able to scratch some sort of music out in the quivering air…and then some music turned out…”under the board-walk” and the speaker announced…and this was performed by the rolling stones….his world, by one stoke, turned upside down…he had to listen….”tell me” etc. …it hit him hard in the stomach and in the mind…it was a cry from outside his world from other people who somehow was in the same unstable state of mind…and it just felt good…he could relax when he listened…it filled him with energy…and a joyful feeling of not being alone in the world
In 71 stones was giving concert In Copenhagen along with the new member Mick Taylor, warming up band was Buddy Guy for almost 2 hours. After the concert he and some mates went to one of the parks in central Copenhagen to try to sleap in one of the bigger trees. But hanging down from the branches like some panters wasn’t an easy way the get a nap…so when the sun got up he walked to the coastline, hitch-hiked and out of the mist came an old Bedford-truck loaded with coal, a fat small dirty grinning man by the wheel and a wooden box with smoked herrings at the bench, I pushed the herrings aside…and what a nice ride home
I have never been at festival all my life, can’t stand the crowd of people all that non-stop drinking and foremost no places your body and eyes can find peace and rest…
..but this summer Roskilde Festival announced Stones…and while they somehow sometimes have changed circumstances in my life and reloaded my emptied energy when doing booring work, feeling drained in life etc. I sort of owe them…so I had to, as one of the first ones…
so half an hour before concert time I turned up the, and meet Nikolaj my son, at the memorial place for 9 people who died under a Pearl Jam concert several years ago….
but mind you the concert turned out to be sparkling, and even Mick Jagger who is a control-freak were laughing from joy when the 2½ hours concert turned out to be a relaxed and well played rehearsal og some of their best number
..and Mick Tayler was revisiting (try to listen to “Love in vain” from “Get your ya yas out”, and turn it up, and you will know what I mean)…
so music can save mind and lifes…
thorkil