THE BEAT GOES ON
I found myself walking down Telegraph Avenue the other day at this ungodly hour in search of the nearest Ticketron, official distributors of tickets for the long-rumored Rolling Stones concert.
August 1, 1972
The Making of a Rolling Stones Fan
Stage One
Getting up at 5:00 a.m. isn’t something I make a habit of. In fact, anything short of Haley’s Comet or an eclipse of the sun doesn’t qualify as a suitable excuse. And yet, in spite of this, I found myself walking down Telegraph Avenue the other day at this ungodly hour in search of the nearest Ticketron, official distributors of tickets for the long-rumored Rolling Stones concert. It wasn’t that I had finally figured out why they’re called “the world’s greatest fock and roll band.” No . . . that came later.