As somebody who once had to sit through Rick Wakemen’s The Six Wives Of Henry The V111th…On Ice, let me tell you that concept albums and their bastard concert offspring suck. A biggie.

Neil Young is no Rick bleeding Wakeman but he has decided to devote the first part of tonight’s acoustic show to Greendale, a multi-generation dissection of life in a fictional California seaside town.

None of which detracts from the overriding sense of occasion. Bono, The Edge and Paul McGuinness are all sat in same front-row of the balcony as me, and the cackle from behind confirms that Ronnie Wood is also in the house.