My one and only headlining gig from Gay Dad. And it was pretty good. But all I can remember is sparkling shoulders.
A storming gig from a transformed My Life Story.
This turned out to be my last Suede gig for three years. A good thing then that it was such an incredible one.
A plastic ticket inviting the painted people to get off our heads to Head Music at the Asylum.
My second Kula Shaker gig was an almighty demonstration of the liberating, life-affirming magic of live music.
Suede at the Astoria on a Saturday night in 1999. It doesn’t get much better than that.
My first time seeing Kula Shaker, that most ridiculed of bands, and it turned out that they were, in fact, ridiculously brilliant.
All the gigs of my life: Gig 36 – Manic Street Preachers, Wednesday, December 16, 1998, Wembley Arena
“All I can say is, “All we love are lonely RECORDS!!!!” Oh yes.” My last gig of 1998. An overwhelmingly emotional and perfect way to draw the first chapter of my life in London to a close.
“Oh my screaming sainted leopardskin soul, what an almighty gig that was!” 1998 was ending with two gigs from my favourite band in the world. It’s safe to say, the year went out on a high.
I had an amazing year of gigs in 2018, which is pretty impressive considering how many I missed due to ill health (never going to get over missing the Manics’ Resistance Is Futile tour, quite honestly). Here are my top 5 of the year. The top 2 sit […]