April 23, 2024:
We saw Ladies and Gentlemen in the old University Theater, no longer present, the same theater where I'd seen Help nine years before. This time in quadraphonic sound, with large concern horns in the four corners and a film poster I bought and hung on various walls for ages.
Different eras of the rockbiz at different levels of seriousness. Both meaningful for their honesty. The first giggly and subversive, the second confrontational and riot-prone, where the drugs had graduated from weed to coke and heroin, the vibe was night versus day, and I had matured from childhood to not yet adult.
Ladies and Gentlemen eventually turned up in the rock and roll repertory, along with Concert for Bangladesh, The Kids Are Alright, The Song Remains the Same, Woodstock, one or two others. Help never did, far as I remember.
Why is that?