Saturday July 15th 1978.
Bob Dylan Eric Clapton and Band Joan Armatrading Graham Parker and The Rumour Lake .
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The Picnic at Blackbushe Aerodrome 1978.
Camberley, Surrey .
Saturday July 15th 1978.
Bob Dylan Eric Clapton and Band Joan Armatrading Graham Parker and The Rumour Lake .
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The View from the Mud: Reviews and Recollections.
Alasdair
Hitched a lift from deepest Herefordshire with a kind soul who drove us virtually to the door. Spent the day with a quarter of a million other people. Climax was Bob and band who were like little ants out there in the distance .... returned to public tent area to hear the boots already being played round the camp-fires. What a day!!!! Still have a badge (for Street Legal) that was dropped from on high attached to a mini-parachute.
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My first gig, aged 14. We
had a mate who lived in nearby Fleet so we stayed at his parents house.
Queued for hours to get in with our beer and fags - no ganja in those days!
I remember going down the front for Graham Parker, (well, front and 100yards
to the right, up against the fence). "Hey Lord Don't ask me questions"
was great and I remember thinking "Fuck.That's loud!" Having never
been to a gig or stood next to a huge PA before I was a bit scared!
Most of the day was long and boring as we couldn't see anything and the sound was constantly blown around.... it was a big, flat aerodrome. You'd think someone would have realised....
Clapton got a big cheer and we recognized a few tunes like Cocaine. Again, couldn't see much and the sound wasn't great. I remember seeing a "Clapton is God" sign and not really getting it. Still don't...
After an enormous wait there
he was! Bum Dildo!! That was the pet name we had. Ah, youth.
Most of the songs I didn't know, until years later when I got into Dylan properly.
Looking at the set list today it was a great Greatest Hits show! The only bit
I remember with real clarity was the acoustic section when a German guy let
me use his binoculars (damn, why hadn't we thought of that?!). I remember Gates
of Eden and It's Alright Ma with Bob in his battered top hat. Wierdly the
wind dropped so we heard these really clearly, especially the harmonica
which did send a chill. For a brief moment I got a glimpse of why all these
people were there and what Bob meant.
Took us hours to get back to our mate's house but the mince and mashed tatties that his Mum had waiting for us tasted magic!
Years later I got a dodgy
cassette bootleg and it sounded much like the day... muffled.
carl stickley
