“Pop: music of general appeal, especially among young people that originated as a distinct genre in the
1950s. It is generally characterised by a heavy rhythmic element and the use of electrical amplification.”
- Collins English Dictionary
By it’s very nature, pop should be a transient, ephemeral thing. Yet it is one of the undoubted paradoxes of life that often it is the most ephemeral things that stick in your mind the longest.
I can still vividly recall the first pop concert I ever attended. It was in the gymnasium of Mount Temple school, Dublin, in 1976, when I was 15 years old. It was the middle of the day, all the lights were on and the familiar smell of rotten sneakers and stale sweat filled the room. Most of the school was there, milling about with end-of-term excitement, paying little attention to official proceedings. Five friends strode out onto a rickety stage constructed from several tables shoved together for the first performance by their group, Feedback. Their leader, Paul Hewson (Bono), struck a chord on his guitar and, I swear, a jolt ran through the room.
Few of the kids there had seen a live electric band before and, as they launched into an enthusiastic version of Peter Frampton’s Show Me the Way, the place exploded. I was utterly awe-struck. I stood transfixed in front of the stage, feeling those electric guitars and pounding drums ripping right through me, watching Paul as he stopped playing his guitar, grabbed the mike stand and yelled: “I want you! Show me the way!”
Even the song title seems strangely pertinent. For, in that moment, was the beginning of something that brought me to where I am now, writing about popular music for The Telegraph having misspent my youth in pursuit of my own rock dreams. And it took four members of that teenage group to where they are now, standing at the very summit of the big rock candy mountain, about to release their eagerly-awaited 10th album.




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