2011 in Review #1: The Stone Roses
When asked 'Have you got Roses tickets?', only one hand went up in the office. So colour us non-plussed. It's not that we don't like them (the debut album would be a Desert Island Disc for the man at the back in the bucket hat) but there's something faintly deflating about the inevitability of it all - and the fact that it only really seems to be nostalgia that puts bums - gingerly - on portaloo seats.
But it would be too easy to be curmudgeonly - especially when an element of our own gig going this year has been about acts who, by any measure, should be well past their sell-by-dates. The notion of there being dinosaur acts, or rock 'n roll only being for the young is, in itself, outdated. To misquote 52 year-old Bryan Adams, 'Everywhere you go, the kidults wanna rock,' and no amount of sneering from the sidelines is going to change the fact that hundreds of thousands of people have expressed their desire to shuffle around in fields to some timeless pop tuneage. And pay handsomely for the priviledge.
There's no chance these Stone Roses shows will erase the memories of Spike Island or Glasgow Green in the minds of those who were there and - good or bad - they will prove to be real talking points over the summer, keeping music, the festival circuit and related issues high on the agenda. We look forward to reporting back on how they go - even if most of us are staying home with the records, rather than risk sunstroke or being stabbed by some scally in a windcheater.
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