One year ago today, I made my first post on this blog. Starting a music blog had been a new year’s resolution of mine for an embarrassing number of years, but in 2018, I actually did it! I’ve built up a small but lovely readership which I hope […]
My first ever Kylie gig was a night of thoughtful yet joyous pop. And a surprising amount of moshing.
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, riotously 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!
SCRUFFY STORMS 