SO WHAT HAPPENED ?
That corduroy jean jacket rings a bell....
Up until recently, I hadn't thought much about all this at all.When I woke up from the dream in Greece I instantly dismissed it as some odd fantasy, not a recovered memory (which it resembled) because on the face of it, it was impossible, could not have happened, made no sense except in some world of dreams. And the ultimate proof is that, the following Monday, April 26, 1965, I listened with mute envy as other girls described the concert Friday night at the Maurice Richard arena and their inability to hear anything over the noise of hysterical fans.
I concluded I hadn't missed much after all. I hadn't even bothered to beg my parents to let me see the Rolling Stones, knowing their answer would be a firm No.
In this retrospective news item from a few years ago we also learn they rented a car in Montreal. They broke a mirror on their way to Ottawa for the April 24 concert, and stopped in lower NDG to get it repaired. That's where these children found them. And 50 years later, this photo appears in the Montreal Gazette, commemorating the moment. Obviously, these kids never forgot their meeting with Mick Jagger.
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