All the gigs of my Life: Gig 12 – My Life Story, Thursday, May 1, 1997, Astoria
Election Day 1997. A new dawn for Britain was approaching. And I celebrated the best way I knew how: by going to a gig.
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.
“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 […]
The triumphant, emotional finale to my trilogy of Manics gigs in London in December 1996.
My second ever Manics gig, in which I discovered the true nature of Home, and that Moshpits And Me Don’t Mix.
21 years old, in a new country, and here was my favourite band in the world, three nights in a row. Three nights which decided the course of the next 21 years of my life.