This might be the last time to see ELO. Jeff Lynne is nearly 80. He doesn’t tour often. He doesn’t need the money. He’s doing it because he loves it.
Hyde Park is the perfect stage. It’s a huge green blanket in the middle of a city. The sound reflects off the trees. The stars come out.
When the lasers hit the clouds, it looks like the sky is singing back. It’s corny. It’s magical. It’s ELO.
Final Punchy Advice
Buy your ticket now. Don’t wait. They sell out in minutes. Then, find a friend who also loves the 70s. Or drag a friend who doesn’t. They’ll become a fan.
Arrive early. Walk through the park. Eat a sad hot dog. It’s a rite of passage.
And when “Mr. Blue Sky” starts, look up. The lasers are coming. The spoons are ready. And Jeff Lynne is smiling behind his sunglasses. You can’t see it, but you can feel it.
See you there. Don’t forget your poncho. And your dancing shoes. This is going to be ridiculously fun.
