FANTASTICAL ENTERTAINMENT
As a regular reader of Uncut, I’m caught between an addictive nostalgia for the past and a glowing optimism for the future of music. So, when I read about Elton’s recent bowing out to an adoring Glasto crowd, I was reminded of a long-ago concert when he really tested the waters.
It was early summer in 1975. My mate and I had arrived in London from Melbourne after having dodged a one-way trip to Vietnam courtesy of the Oz government’s birthday/lotto conscription policy. Now we’d secured two tickets to Wembley Stadium to see the Midsummer Music Festival. A veritable curate’s
