I confess my innermost secret: I am a Jethro Tull fan of more than thirty years. And last night I experienced one of those thrills that come rarely in a person’s life – a Jethro Tull concert. In Bergen, the Jeddah of the north (you know, given that Norway is the Saudi Arabia of the north, as the now defunct Vulgar Marxist puts it, then Bergen is …). Long way to go, I know, just for a concert, but it was worth it, I tell thee, worth it and more. And just to make sure I get the full experience, I am off to see them again when they come to Oslo on Saturday.
One of the nice things about Tull is that they are still around, 42 years after they began back in ’68. No mooning about for me, hoping they might get back together for a reunion concert, or lamenting the death/suicide/overdose of one or another of the band members. Just continuous concerts since the 1960s. Here’s Ian Anderson at the Marquee Club in ’68:
I first got into Tull in the late 1970s, after they had been around for slightly less than a decade and I’m still hooked.
That poster, by the way, is now mine in duplicate. Check out more, much more, at the Jethro Tull website.