Moseley Square is the end of the line for Adelaide’s only tram, with the ocean and St Vincent’s Gulf to the west and surrounded by cafes, shops, a Maccas, the old town hall and a hotel that’s had more incarnations than Labor’s asylum seeker policy.
It was also the place I really discovered Australian rock’n’blues. In the late 1960s a sunny, summer Saturday afternoon concert in the square, featured the Masters Apprentices, Chain, Lobby Lloyd and the Coloured Balls and Wendy Saddington. I remember catching the bus home thinking my life had changed just a little. In fact, it had changed a lot.
A few months later I went to my first “pop festival” at Myponga, south of Adelaide, where the headliner was Black Sabbath but for me the highlight was a new Melbourne band, Daddy Cool, featuring singer Ross Wilson, with a fox’s tail on the back of his coat, leaping across the stage as the guitarist Ross Hannaford, wearing a propeller cap, punched out licks that had the whole crowd buck jumpin’, as they say in John Boutte’s Treme Song.
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