---and I watch the mob splitting up, running. Everybody has stood up on the tribune . It reminds me of an a picture from Exodus in an old school book. In that story the Israelites are chased by soldiers of the pharaoh. They walk into the Red Sea. On the picture it shows how the sea opens up , the Israelites walking over the barren bottom of the sea, with only the walls of water surrounding them. Now it is the Hells Angels who are able to move about freely, probably a hundred strong. They walk on to the front, arrogantly and particularly slowly, as if to every meter has to be despised and they will determine how quickly time passes. They are nearly all dressed in black, wearing sun glasses, tattoos, their women chewing very bored, most of them wearing tight striped shirts underneath their leather jackets. Everybody has to leave the front of the stage. The Angels piss over the heads of all the people who remain seated. They wave their chains and broken bottles. Tina and I flee to the middle of the pitch.
I had been looking forward to the this day immensely. I had wanted to attend in Rotterdam in 1972, but then I was destined to buy tickets on the black market but I couldn't afford the ticket. In 1970 I got ill and a Stones gig was a different world in 1967 – I was at grammar school with the Jesuits and played “It’s All Over Now” about twenty times a day, but there were no girls present to listen to that song , the slow and decent years did not want to end, the rough world of adventure was too far away, too far.The Stones and their music were a promise I could not give words to.

When I travelled to the Hague in 1976, I thought I could make up for all that time lost. It was a symbolic day.
Chaos grows in the first section of the pitch . I simply don’t know what to say. Tina pulls my arm, she is scared and wants to leave. I cannot blame her, but I regret bringing her. I now know for sure that it will be one of our last days together. Kokomo starts rather hastily. It is obvious that the band is not ready, but I am sure the organisation has urged to hurry. The otherwise so jolly and stirring mixture of soul and funk now sounds harsh and rebellious. Fighting still goes on in front of the stage. Of course I knew….

too much , I am afraid. If anyone wants to take over, feel free...

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the juf
too much , I am afraid. If anyone wants to take over, feel free...

thanks very much juf!!

GREAT TOPIC!!!

cooool Ronnie shot :B thanks Roost!

I attended that concert..

I smuggeled a tape recorder inside,but after the first
song,honky tonk woman, I stopped it.
They were awfull ..

Im glad the other folks didnt stop their recorders...cause i love the gig...the first gig i could hear!! that made me a life long fan their was such a sensation in the city because of this two gigs......morning ronnie looks like a indian on that pic!!

do you remember R&R radio??

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 2008-01-27 17:25 by rooster.

there is a video of this gig...not that good....i saw it once...gonna find it one day![/IMG]

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MTFan
I attended that concert..

I smuggeled a tape recorder inside,but after the first
song,honky tonk woman, I stopped it.
They were awfull ..

wanna give a full review MT fan....i know 32 years is a long time...but its history!

Is it known if either Thomas or Tina did request "Short And Curlies" during these proceedings?

Just enjoy the pictures. There is no need for a translation, as the author mainly uses the Stones concert as "couleur locale" for some story about his life. I did not manage to read through the whole thing, because it does not contain many facts about the Stones or their playing.
I guess I will one day pick up the effort to find the interesting parts and translate them.