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.