Day two of 2001’s Manics Weekend is one I will never forget, but for all the wrong reasons.
My first Manics gig since the turn of the Millennium, on the eve of a turning point in my own life.
My last Kylie gig for 17 years. And sadly, it’s one I neglected to record fully in my diary.
The end of an era, for me, although I didn’t know it at the time: My last ever Mansun gig.
My second-last Mansun gig was a pretty important one for me: I went into it not sure if I was going to stay in London or return to Australia, and I came out of it with my mind made up. Mansun may have once sung that “all my big decisions always ruin my life”, but… Read More All the gigs of my life: Gig 51 – Mansun, Saturday, November 4, 2000, Shepherd’s Bush Empire
This was my third and last V festival and the beginning of the end of my Mansun gigging career, all during a time of Important Life Decisions.
My one and only Oasis gig. Despite being a hugely enjoyable night of rock’n’roll, it encapsulated precisely why they could never be a band I truly loved.
On Millennium Eve, there was no place I would have rather celebrated the dawning of a new era than in Cardiff, with 75,000 strangers, and the band I loved more than anything else in the world.