That wonderful singer from Dragon
Charmed the girls,
As he moved around the stage
So many great songs came to mind
Jon English mouthed: "relax man, ...'turn the page'"
On the stage,
A vast array of colour, race and creed
Their offerings seamlessly blending into a rare musical treat:
Blues, jazz, alternative, rock...
All genres it seemed ...complete.
Lennon stalked,
In a suit of white
Desperate to catch an unloving woman's eye
While Morrison, looking out of place in a sailors suit,
Couldn't escape a ranked officer's ire
A blast of sax from the master,
Clarence Clemens
The sound just filled the place
Satchmo stood beside him too, blowing up a storm
White towel, busy across his face
The MC at large,
Was Bobby Darren
He handled the role with aplomb
As Dean Martin filled his glass from a water cooler
While he drank, he warbled a song ('King of the road')
I was mesmerised too
By a sea of guitars
Hendrix looked over with a cheeky stare
And offered me his own guitar
I blurted,'Love to mate ...but I don't really dare'
A band of drummers,
Worked in time
Percussion, always a 'renegade tribe'
Moon and Bonham just sitting there
Tapped to the soothing vibe
Sinatra, Elvis, Michael...
Together on one stage
Something we were never blessed to see
I looked once, looked twice, rubbed my eyes
Why was this happening to me?
The warm full face of Ted Mulry
Then settled me down
With such a disarming grin
Word had spread that another Beatle had joined the house
The mood became a rolling hymn (Krishna, Krishna)
Following on,
I chanced to see my Dad
Singing his favorite, 'Mary's Boy Child'
(I love that to this day)
Belafonte then joined him too
Across a crackling PA
Thorpie was there in force
(Keep on a rockin', Bill)
No surprise to say
Cass Elliott was closing things out
In her own super-talented way
When the shrill alarm broke it apart ohhh!!!
The rudeness of the day!
From my desktop Grahame J Flynn - views in verse