When I look at the videos
of the music that was made
between fifty and sixty yeas ago
I love the rich sounds I hear,
and it pleases me even more
to both see and hear the notes
being plucked from the instruments
that the bands played and to survey
the keenness of the young audiences
of the time, I wish I had flares like they had
and there were concerts for me to go to.
But with age I find myself distracted
as I wondered, who were the seamstresses
who designed and made the stage clothes
that made them stand out so whilst on stage?
Who were the army of hairdressers
who washed the lustrous locks
of all those peacock rock stars?
And at the scuzzy end of the scale,
who were the groupies who were masseurs
to the egos of stars they found hard to resist?
In other words the music was serviced
as it was presented by an entourage
without which none of it would have happened.
These people, the roadies and crew etc, matter
and they should be remembered when the music plays.