This programme tells the story of old British rock n rollers until Iggy Pop turns up giving his unique American experience.
We see how the emerging pop stars of the early 1960s full of vim and vigour expected this to be a 15 minute gig. It was a written that The Who's My Generation would be played on a loop.
Brit pop of the 1960s went to Prog rock in the 1970s to punk rock who viewed The Rolling Stones and The Beatles as dinosaurs.
Music had a high casualty rate especially when punk emerged when even being over 21 years old was too old.
In the 1980s and with events such as Live Aid we find out that there was still life in the old fogeys and as along as they can sing their classic songs the money comes rolling in. Nostalgia was the buzzword and by the late 1980s the 'Gold' radio stations started to emerge.
By the turn of the millennium, new shiny pop stars still emerged to sell records to teenagers but the serious money was being made by the greatest hits crowd. The Rolling Stones, The Who, Leonard Cohen, The Beach Boys all going strong.
All had hair, some like Lemmy admitted dyeing his. Only Richard Thompson seems to be follicly challenged as he wore a beret. The programme would had been more interesting if it examined why so many rock stars seem to have evaded male pattern baldness.
What we get is the same lazy recycled stories with the often repeated line of 'Hope I die before I get old.'
Joe Brown was honest, he had no intention of remaining hip. The trouble is Joe never was hip but he has always looked good for his age much better than Cliff Richard.
Rick Wakeman was insightful, an emerging generation replaces the previous one, have a few good years and then suddenly find themselves thrown off a cliff and looking up at the people who pushed you.
When I was a youth I used to see Wakeman around a lot living as a tax exile in the Isle of Man, driving a flash jeep, an ex-model wife. It can be a good life being a rock star.
We see how the emerging pop stars of the early 1960s full of vim and vigour expected this to be a 15 minute gig. It was a written that The Who's My Generation would be played on a loop.
Brit pop of the 1960s went to Prog rock in the 1970s to punk rock who viewed The Rolling Stones and The Beatles as dinosaurs.
Music had a high casualty rate especially when punk emerged when even being over 21 years old was too old.
In the 1980s and with events such as Live Aid we find out that there was still life in the old fogeys and as along as they can sing their classic songs the money comes rolling in. Nostalgia was the buzzword and by the late 1980s the 'Gold' radio stations started to emerge.
By the turn of the millennium, new shiny pop stars still emerged to sell records to teenagers but the serious money was being made by the greatest hits crowd. The Rolling Stones, The Who, Leonard Cohen, The Beach Boys all going strong.
All had hair, some like Lemmy admitted dyeing his. Only Richard Thompson seems to be follicly challenged as he wore a beret. The programme would had been more interesting if it examined why so many rock stars seem to have evaded male pattern baldness.
What we get is the same lazy recycled stories with the often repeated line of 'Hope I die before I get old.'
Joe Brown was honest, he had no intention of remaining hip. The trouble is Joe never was hip but he has always looked good for his age much better than Cliff Richard.
Rick Wakeman was insightful, an emerging generation replaces the previous one, have a few good years and then suddenly find themselves thrown off a cliff and looking up at the people who pushed you.
When I was a youth I used to see Wakeman around a lot living as a tax exile in the Isle of Man, driving a flash jeep, an ex-model wife. It can be a good life being a rock star.
