The Who's recent concert at JFK Stadium in Philadelphia was as much a media event as it was another milestone in the on-going chronicles of the band known collectively as The Who.

Though the antiquated stadium, nestled in the entertainment center of the "City of Brotherly Love," legally holds 90,000 fans, the actual number of Who, Clash, Santana and Hooter followers approached 120,000.

Unbeknownst to the multitude of people who packed the bleachers and field formerly used for sporting events, Mick Jagger of the Rolling Stones stood on stage (behind the scenes) as Roger Daltrey, Pete Townshend, John Entwistle and Kenny Jones put on a show second to none – even the Stones.

Jagger was probably only one of many celebrities in attendance who wanted to be part of The Who's "First Farewell Tour."

Though my wife, Gail, and I had planned to attend The Who performance in Philly for some time, the sequence of events leading up to last Saturday's outdoor concert almost blotted out our intentions.

Little did we know the very same morning we were to board a bus to JFK (our thanks to Andy Irwin) that I would receive a call in the wee hours of the night from my news director. As it turned out, I was drafted to be part of one of the biggest stories of the year – the mass murders committed by George Banks.

Aside from the fact I never got any sleep that morning, my wife and I hesitantly decided to make The Who trip. Sure, like promises, plans are made to be broken, but this was a once in a lifetime opportunity considering the fact the longevity of The Who has just about run its course.

But, I'm getting off the track. The bus trip, which was a joint effort of Cook's Rock and Roll Club and Rock 107, was not the most enjoyable considering my frame of mind. I figured I'd be able to sleep on the way to Philly, but this couldn't have been further from the truth.

I had to contend with two radios bigger than your TV, both of them playing simultaneously. As if this wasn't bad enough, each was blasting different music.

And it didn't get any better.

As we neared Philly our bus became part of a massive traffic jam on the Schuylkill Expressway.

Once we hit our destination, the next task was to find a parking space big enough for a bus since every parking lot in the immediate area was filled beyond capacity.

Eventually, the bus was parked several loooong blocks away from the concert site and after trekking to the stadium it was fun time again.

Though we arrived at our entrance gate three hours after the doors opened, the line was as wide as it was long. Unfortunately, the door leading into the stadium was about as big as a closet door. This equated to an hour wait in a mass of crushed humanity. Fun?

All I could think of was beef cattle being herded into livestock cars. And the crowd apparently began thinking the same way as the multitudes began mooing in unison.

But, we finally made the breakthrough into the stadium but only after missing the Hooters and Santana.

The mere spectacle of the unwieldy crowd was enough to boggle the mind, but you also had to contend with the burnouts (those drunked up, doped up and the adventurous who combined both).

"I can't explain" why people would pay anywhere from $15 to $17 a ticket to go to a concert in a comatose state floating somewhere in never, never land. Many of these "credits to society" must have paid a social visit to the "acid queen" before venturing forth into the real world.

After waiting in the cattle parade for an hour, my wife and I decided we didn't want any part of the jam-packed field so we chose a vantage point high above the crowd.

After all, who wanted to become part of jumble of sweating, fastly-dehydrating bodies crammed against the makeshift barrier in front of the stage.

As I looked over the legion of fans with arms outstretched toward The Who, I could only think of the popular refrain from the concluding song on The Who's monumental rock opera, "Tommy," which was released in 1969:

"Listening to you I get the music. Gazing at you I get the heat Following you I climb the mountain I get excitement at your feet! Right behind you I see the millions On you I see the glory. From you I