No-one knows what it's like behind our own eyes
Jun 30th, 2007 | By Ian Poulton | Category: Personal ColumnsThe Who played Marlay Park last night. I don’t know how many were there, Wikipedia says it will hold 30,000. The Irish rain stopped for a couple of hours and we were transported through decades of music. Amidst the casual concert goers like myself, there were real aficionados. Maybe ten rows in front of us, there was a guy who was a real fan. Dressed in a parka and khaki cap with 1960s haircut and sideburns, he sat on a friend’s shoulders for much of the concert, singing along with…