People are Strange

The call of duty of a St Andrew's First Aid volunteer took me to the Carling Academy tonight to see Riders on the Storm, which turned out to be this bizarre hybrid of The Doors and a Doors tribute band.

The band consisted of two former members of The Doors (the keyboardist and the guitarist) and a bassist and singer:

• The keyboardist was a kindly old man, who was battling against the fact that keyboards are invariably uncool - his pièce de la résistance was to knock over his stool (the rebel) and play with one of his feet. I was gravely concerned a hip replacement was on the cards.
  
• The guitarist looked oddly like Art Garfunkel. Except ginger.
• The bassist was from Jamaica.
• The singer was probably the youngest of them all, but had the unenviable position of trying to emulate Jim Morrison. I couldn't help but feel that it would be soul destroying to spend your life being a glorified karaoke singer in a band of old men, living off past glories. But that's just what I think. Whatever.

I noted the demographic of the fans was also quite strange as there was:

1. a high proportion of people sporting the demin jacket/jeans combo
2. lots of men with really bad hair, but there was a large number of very similar bad hair (long, frizzy and in need of a wash)
3. there was lots of awful dancing: think of a combo of the enthusiasm of Jake Shears' (from the Scissor Sisters) and the co-ordination of a small elephant
4. there was a woman who was actually the shape of a square

Thankfully the bad hair, bad clothes, bad dancing and bizarrely shaped people did not result in any massive first aid emergency.