Well, they tried, and they tried, and they tried…
Sunday, August 12th, 2007
Although the stadium’s uphill and about half a mile away, Mick welcomed us to the concert with a driving “Start it up”. The music, words, slightly deformed by the Doppler effect bounced off the huge apartment building behind our place, right onto our balcony, and into the living room.
We ate raspberries and ice cream, read running magazines and surfed the web as the Stones entertained 42,600 fans between ages 7 and 77. We heard every note, every riff, every screamed lyric, every song introduction. I got it all (except for the parts in German). Madame President of the Confederation was there, along with several heads of large Swiss companies. They all rocked and rolled, extolling the virtues of the 60’s and 70’s.
All to say, with no free tickets, and no real desire to go, at the end of the evening, I was very satisfied.
We ate raspberries and ice cream, read running magazines and surfed the web as the Stones entertained 42,600 fans between ages 7 and 77. We heard every note, every riff, every screamed lyric, every song introduction. I got it all (except for the parts in German). Madame President of the Confederation was there, along with several heads of large Swiss companies. They all rocked and rolled, extolling the virtues of the 60’s and 70’s.
All to say, with no free tickets, and no real desire to go, at the end of the evening, I was very satisfied.
