Election Day 1997. A new dawn for Britain was approaching. And I celebrated the best way I knew how: by going to a gig.
This brilliant night of joyful, idiosyncratic pop was the 150th gig of my life – but it felt less like a full stop, and more like a new beginning.
My first ever Mansun gig. If I were pressed to name one gig and one gig only as the greatest of my life, it would be this one.
All the gigs of my life: Gig 10 – Manic Street Preachers, Saturday, April 12, 1997, Royal Albert Hall
“So here I sit in the middle of The Day. The reason I’m still here and not swirling aimlessly around Perth again.”
What an introduction to the world of Suede live: a fan club only, B-sides only gig.
In a few weeks’ time on this blog, I will reach gig no.11 of All The Gigs Of My Life, a truly astonishing night that completely turned my little music-obsessed world around: my first ever Mansun gig in April 1997. But for now, I have my 149th and […]
My first gig as a Proper Londoner, living and working in the city I’d dreamed of for years, was to see the flamboyantly orchestral My Life Story. But it was the support band I really wanted to see that might, a band I thought, for a few glorious […]
In this world of bland, unchallenging chart pop, where a small pool of blankly pretty boys and girls mumble a few words over each others’ tracks to the same sanitised, autotuned backing, we need pop stars like Rae Morris. Pop stars who sing lyrics like “I don’t want […]
All the gigs of my life: Gig 7 – Manic Street Preachers, Monday, December 16, 1996, Kentish Town Forum
The triumphant, emotional finale to my trilogy of Manics gigs in London in December 1996.
A journey through the world of ABBA guided by the dulcet tones of Jarvis Cocker. What better way to spend a Saturday morning could there possibly be?