Who Exhibition 1978 Online Retrospective
By Irish Jack

Online Presentation Design by Carrie Pratt of longliverock.org

NEARLY  ALL  OF  US  knows a special song or piece of music that can transport us back to a particular time or place. We nearly all have more than just one song that can do that, but each song travelling on good wheels or flapping wings can take us to that particular point in time. They never let us down. And the trip is usually worth the journey.

There is a song in my heart that everytime I hear nowadays usually on the radio, it takes me there. As soon as I hear the opening bars of Gerry Rafferty's Baker Street I am back in Oxford Street and it's 1978, the summer of London. That's real Irish that; "as soon as I hear Baker Street I am back in Oxford Street !"  And there's more to come.
Hello to everyone out there, all you fantastic Who fans, many of you too bloody young to even remember 1978 and many of you crutched to the memory like it was only six months ago...30 years to be precise; and it came to pass that in August of 1978 three "young" -  two young Who fans and myself organised an Exhibition at the prestigious Institute of Contemporary Art = I.C.A. (not Irish Countrywoman's Association !).
I am grateful to Carrie Pratt of LLR and Rob Lee of TheWho.com who have both kindly agreed to mount this Retrospective on their websites, and in typical Irish fashion by the time it appears on the web site we'll be almost into September while I continue to eulogise that unforgettable August thirty years ago. What immediately strikes me with alarming contrast to back then are of the work sheets that appear here not one bears a mobile phone number or an e mail address, in a strange way I find it refreshing as well as a stark reminder to the amount of man hours my other two protagonists Steve Margo and Peter Johns sweated and toiled, as well as the amazing office staff of the good ship Essex Music who at Pete Townshend's behest oversaw the carry on and kept Margo, Johns and Jack in check..though we were sometimes capable of insurrection after two pints of bitter and a cheese roll across the road.
And so like Gerry Rafferty's Baker Street I wound my way down Oxford Street and took a right into Poland Street..poetic licence allows me to tell you that as I clipped my way along looking for Number 19.. I heard the sound of a heavenly saxophone played by a chap called Raphael Ravenscroft with a hook line you would kill for...and only the other day back in August 2008 (there was a mere 30 years between the sax hook and the first line of the song !) I heard Rafferty's magic words coming from my radio..."He's got this dream about buying some land, Gonna give up the guru and the one-night stands..."  Well, Steve Margo had a dream about an exhibition and maybe we should start with him..............