All the gigs of my life: Gig 47 – Pet Shop Boys, Monday, December 20, 1999, Wembley Arena
My third Pet Shop Boys concert, and one of my favourite eras of the band. Which makes it all the more annoying that I have hardly any memories of it.
My third Pet Shop Boys concert, and one of my favourite eras of the band. Which makes it all the more annoying that I have hardly any memories of it.
One of the greatest pop groups of all time performing a selection of classic tunes at one of the grandest venues in London. Pretty good for a Thursday night out.
The was my sixth Super Furry Animals gig, but only my second time seeing them headlining their own show. I’m sure it was a fantastic night. However, my memories of this gig are somewhat overshadowed by that occasional bane of the female gig-goer’s life: the Unnecessary Man.
“So how does this affect me?! Emotionally affect me!!?! Too damn right it does.” The seventh of my ten Mansun gigs, and the zenith of my hyperventilating obsession. This post contains inordinate quantities of excitable capitals and exclamation marks. You have been warned.
“Oh the Manics, my Manics, how easy it is for them to become Everything again.” The Manics were back, and in universe-conquering form. As usual.
My one and only headlining gig from Gay Dad. And it was pretty good. But all I can remember is sparkling shoulders.
A storming gig from a transformed My Life Story.
This turned out to be my last Suede gig for three years. A good thing then that it was such an incredible one.
A plastic ticket inviting the painted people to get off our heads to Head Music at the Asylum.
My second Kula Shaker gig was an almighty demonstration of the liberating, life-affirming magic of live music.