My fourth time seeing the Pet Shop Boys, and a more muted version of the band than usual – but still a wonderful night.
t was June 2002, and nine long months had passed since my last gig – my longest gap between gigs since I’d arrived in London nearly six years previously.
The three Manics gigs I went to in 2001 are all memorable for reasons other than the music.
In my personal music mythology, Ride are hugely important. When “Leave Them All Behind” crashed into my dimly lit bedroom in Perth in early 1992, it changed the whole musical landscape for 17 year old me.
It was May 2001, and a lot had changed in my life since the very eventful day of my last gig, just over a month previously.
Day two of 2001’s Manics Weekend is one I will never forget, but for all the wrong reasons.
My first Manics gig since the turn of the Millennium, on the eve of a turning point in my own life.
My last Kylie gig for 17 years. And sadly, it’s one I neglected to record fully in my diary.
The end of an era, for me, although I didn’t know it at the time: My last ever Mansun gig.
My second-last Mansun gig was a pretty important one for me: I went into it not sure if I was going to stay in London or return to Australia, and I came out of it with my mind made up. Mansun may have once sung that “all my […]