Never mind the embarrassment . . . 7/7/2007
The Live Earth concerts remind me of those dreadful rock masses of the 1970s: serious dorks trying to be cool and ending up looking and sounding just ridiculous.
The line-ups are chokka with has-beens and never wasses that anyone with a modicum of rock sensibility would not cross the road to see even if free tickets were accompanied by a slab of VB.
Toni Collette and her band, fergawdzakes! Geelong Grammar old gel Missie Higgins and her so-faux Aussie accent! The shaken-off remnants of Midnight Oil — as if they weren’t bad enough first time round.
If possible, it’s worse overseas. The London concert features Madonna and the Red Hot Chili Peppers while
New York gets the newly-reformed Police, Bon Jovi and the Smashing Pumpkins, none of whom have ever visited my turntable
At least some old rockers retain some dignity to go with the one-time trademark of rock stardom — non-conformity.
The Who’s Roger Daltry speaks for the rational among his generation: “Bollocks to that! The last thing the planet needs is a rock concert. I can’t believe it. Let’s burn even more fuel. We have problems with global warming, but the questions and the answers are so huge I don’t know what a rock concert’s ever going to do to help.”