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.
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 glorious second night from Robbie at the Palais. And my last Robbie Williams gig for 20 years.
Robbie Williams live, in a 2500 capacity club, for less than fifteen quid. Truly, 1997 was a different planet.
“All I can say is just over an hour ago I TOUCHED PAUL DRAPER!!! Whilst being drenched in champagne! He was just a metre away!!! Oh christ indeed.”
Buckle up, kids. It’s going to be THAT sort of a gig.
October 1997, and my newest obsession were on tour again! And I literally could not wait to see them in London. So I zoomed up to Manchester one Saturday to see them there first.
What could be more appropriate, at the end of the most surreal week in UK history, than to spend an evening having my mind expanded by people banging on dustbin lids?
A triumphant end of an era for the Manic Street Preachers.
A slightly rocky start to my first ever Reading. When would I ever learn that Moshpits And Me Don’t Mix?