I’m not sure why, but today is the first day I feel regret for a decision I made over 20 years ago. Actually, I do know why. It’s because of a song I heard on the radio yesterday. It just took a day to kick in.
Back then a Scottish friend, who was also living in Toronto, called one evening to tell me that he was with Joe Elliott, the lead singer of Def Leppard. Joe wanted to go see Ian Hunter in concert in Oshawa, a small city about 60 kms east of Toronto. My friend knew I had a car (I use that term loosely) and wondered if I’d drive.
I’d never been a fan of Def Leppard, and felt it would be kind of awkward meeting a rockstar whose music I really didn’t like. On the other hand, I was a fan of Ian Hunter, but felt his best musicical years were behind him.
I was pretty sure someone of Joe Elliott’s stature would be invited backstage after the show. But in my mind, those guys would be partying it up to all hours of the morning, and I would be stone cold sober, keys in hand, waiting to chauffeur them back home. Just imagine how much more interesting this story would be had I said, “Hell, yes!”. Or better yet, suggested that we all grab a cab!
Without further adieu, here is the song that brought it home for me yesterday, “The Golden Age of Rock ‘n’ Roll” by Mott the Hoople, with, of course, Ian Hunter on lead vocals.
Joe Elliott may arguably have been a bigger star than Ian Hunter. I still don’t like Def Leppard’s music, but hey, if he’s a nice guy, it would have been cool to meet him too.