The casual 30 years after I would have given my right ear (Very artsy!) to see Cold Chisel play live, here I was surrounded by the same bogans with less hair and more paunch.
When the tunes commenced there was no mistaking that this was Cold Chisel! Close your eyes and you would be hard pushed to differentiate between catching them at the Raffles Boiler Bar in 1985 and being part of the crowd in steamy Darwin in 2011!
Like the band, the audience still packed a punch…….When the girls clamoured aboard their partners shoulders and presented Barnesy, Mossy and the boys with their mandatory breast displays it was yesteryear revisited……You just had to lower your eyes a touch as things were not quite where they were 30 years ago!
The mosh pit was a writhing mass of bald half-naked 40 something drunk fat men, cavorting with generously proportioned over liquored ‘scrubbers’ littered with the youth of today tainted by their parents record collections when they were toddlers…..and it got me to wondering.
If the kids in the mosh pit knew that by looking around them at the 10 closest ‘Generation X’ revellers that they were looking through a porthole to their future….would they change anything?
Given that they were checking ID at the door and not IQ I reckon that the chances are they are happy with their chosen paths!
Thanks Darwin for delivering yet another opportunity to see Australian Rock history up close and personal……Only in Darwin.