The roads are larger now, it’s a grey afternoon in the stars' back yard. Now I have to write quickly as the altimeter is beating me. The city looks dusty — L.A. is supposed to be 60 miles across. Sixty miles of freaks, stars, pretenders, and dollar worshippers — here we come! Toy palm trees, a baseball stadium. The dinkies become real cars. We’re low and still no airport. You get that ‘Will we hit the runway' feeling about now. Some American airports are frightening. Down, down, down - we’ve landed — our American tour begins!Oil containers, radar towers, Delta, Shell, Castrol, ‘Fly TWA - L.A'. Captain welcomes us to the USA.
Ian Hunter –
Diary of a Rock n’ Roll Star
Se la prima, più celebre, British Invasion portò oltreoceano il merseybeat
dei Beatles, il primo brit-pop di Kinks e Manfred Mann, il blues bianco di
Stones e Animals, vi fu un altro, minore, arrembaggio inglese alle classifiche
americane tra la fine degli anni ’60 e i primissimi ‘70. E questa volta il
volume era decisamente più elevato.
