I'd love to go back to that little backyard party the Quarry Men played and be there when they allowed Paul into their band. Mmm, those Teddy Boy outfits....
Then flash forward a bit and see them at the Cavern, and perhaps in Germany as well.
I'd love to see some real deal 1940's swing. I'd live there for a few months and learn the dances and forget about rock 'n roll for a while. There's something so wonderfully unleashed about swing dancing. (I want to see Swing Kids again)
Don't know if this counts, but I'd go back to 1988 or so and visit raves in England...hell, I'd travel all over time and space to raves before the crackdowns of the mid 90's. I'd visit Frisco warehouses and New York basements and the Midwestern barns. Back when the locales weren't rented, they were broken into....when "hardcore" was just trance spun twice as fast....when everything was homemade, from the fuzzy pants to the light toys to the projections.....when parties were free, without security nor searches, and they went until the cops showed up.
