Scotty & Tee at the Movies

Naturally, being a Stones fan, I wanted to see their movie “Lets Spend the Night Together” documenting their 1981 tour. So one day shortly after it appeared in Lancaster, at one of those North Queen Street relatively short-lived (particularly when compared with the marvelous Boyd, Capitol, and Grand) movie houses – the Pacific Twin, I think, Scotty Myers, longstanding and as active as any 340 Club member, and I walked to the theatre stopping at Johnny’s to get a good price on a couple of six packs of Pabst Blue Ribbon beer. I mean we were going to a Stones concert. The theatre folks were lucky we didn’t bring reefer and lawn chairs and a food spread. It was a rock ‘n roll show.

Not to cause an undue commotion we sat in the very back row. Not too long after that a young couple made a similar choice in an almost empty theatre. The key word being choice … I mean the theatre was theirs to pick from and they sit two rows in front of us – a longhair and a guy in a Stones t-shirt with a new bright red M TV jacket draped over the seat. Both of us with a feet propped up or over the seats directly behind them and, yet, and it’s a free country, they pick those seats. Hey, hey, please, please, get offa my cloud. Well, as I recall that tour opened with “Under My Thumb” and as Mick started into the chorus we popped our first 16 pounders and commenced to rock. “Yeah, Mick!”, “Rock ‘n Roll”, “THREE FORTY!” we may have shouted. This was a rock concert.

Soon, the male (sic) half of the couple got up and came back with the law. Well, with an usher. Scotty and I were given a choice. Put away the beer or leave. Well, we put away the last few oh zees of the first cans and retired the remaining ten cans until after the show and enjoyed, as best one can in classroom-like conditions, an excellent film of a rock concert. For the life of me I can’t understand why that couple was even there since they certainly had no idea of what a rock concert was. They must have been foreign film fans cuz the idea of “Its only Rock ‘n Roll (but I like it)” was clearly foreign to them.

Scotty and I let them alone, enjoyed the flic and retired to 340 to consume those warm Pabst pounders but we liked it!!!