I have completed a full A-Z of sixties music in two days. On Friday it was the mighty, mighty Abyssinians and last night it was the Zombies. They shared a number of features: excellent concerts, vocally superb and they looked well old. The St Albans pop band didn't look as bad as the roots reggae stars, but then again they don't come from a third world country and have not, one assumes, smoked industrial quantities of weed over the last half century.
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| And featuring Guy the gorilla on vox humana |
Anyway, musically they were just fantastic and deserved the standing ovation that they got. Colin Blunstone was in simply glorious voice. They played a mix of old Zombies numbers, stuff from Blunstone's solo career, a couple of Argent songs (the bass player had been in that band alongside Rod Argent), a few from a new album and a couple of covers from such as Little Anthony and the Imperials and, unexpectedly, Porgy and Bess.
But what did they look like, I hear you ask. Well the bass player (also ex-Kinks) had decided to go for the Doctor Who look. Not Matt Smith, but rather the Doctor from the time that band was formed.
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| Well, no-one told me about her |
Colin Blunstone seems to have morphed into a slightly more cheerful version of Denethor, son of Ecthelion, 26th Steward of Gondor, but the highest praise must be reserved for Rod Argent. He was rocking the full Camilla Parker Bowles although dressed for mucking out the stables rather than the state opening of parliament.
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| Hold your head uuuuup |
Earlier in the day, I went 10 pin bowling (I won all three games since you ask) and met someone who openly and freely identified himself as a wargamer. I don't think that I've ever met one just in the normal course of social intercourse before. Normally we only reveal ourselves when huddled together for comfort and protection. The UK is obviously becoming a more tolerant and open society. Do you hear that, UKIP?
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