My one and only Red Hot Chili Peppers gig. A great night which, unfortunately, I remember more for the actions of the people I was at the gig with than the band themselves.
Revisiting one of my 90s faves in the 21st century.
The outrageously triumphant return of Take That, one decade after the split that devastated a generation.
My one and only gig from the Canadian songsmith Daniel Powter.
David Gray has never been an artist that caught my attention, indeed, the most I’ve felt for his inoffensive tunes is mild dislike. So why was I at this gig?
My first venture into the mystical, ethereal world of the Mediaeval Baebes.
It’s October 2005, and there’s just one question: What the hell am I doing at an Alabama 3 gig?
My 100th gig saw me revisiting a band who’d been there at my very first.
A night of fun and frolics from the Scissor Sisters.
My second and so far last gig from the Prodigy.
SCRUFFY STORMS 