My first gig of 1998 should have actually taken place in 1997. If it had, I might actually have some memories of it.
My last gig of 1997, in which two wonderful bands stirred me out of my doldrums for a few hours.
My Life Story at the Astoria at Christmastime should have been a joyous festive occasion. But all was not well in the world of Scruffy.
My one and only chance to see the band who introduced me to indie.
The best Suede gig I’ve ever been to. An exhaustingly uplifting, rioutously emotional triumph.
I’d seen them supporting the Manics, and as part of the Reading Festival line-up, but this gently magical night was, finally, my first chance to see the magnificent Super Furry Animals headlining their own show.
A short but sweet set from Paul Draper in a majestic church setting.
An incredible night of pop from an icon at the peak of her power. As Kylie herself sang, WOW WOW WOW WOW!
The last Manics gig of 2018, and a night of highs and lows.