Editor’s Letter
Reading this month’s cover story on the Stones and thinking about why, after 45 years, they continue
to mean so much to so many, I was given in timely fashion to recall going to see them 38 years ago in
Hyde Park.
Before the Stones have quite finished, my friends and I are picking our way through the crowd to get
to the nearby Royal Albert Hall, to see The Who and Chuck Berry play something called The Rock Proms.
We arrive to find The Who blowing the roof off the place, the volume at which they’re playing louder than
anything I’ve previously heard, “Magic Bus” the most electrifying performance I’ve ever seen up to that point.
The Who and Chuck, who’s great when he can be bothered, play two shows that evening. Widespread mayhem holds
chaotic sway during the second, Chuck’s biker fans, ‘rockers’ as we used to call them, wrecking seats and
fighting pitched battles with security and The Who’s loyal crowd, the music they’re scrapping to a deafening
roar.
What a fucking day.
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