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 […]
All the gigs of my life: Gig 50 – Mansun, Saturday, August 19, 2000, Hylands Park, Chelmsford (V2000)
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.
All the gigs of my life: Gig 48 – Manic Street Preachers, Friday, December 31, 1999, Millennium Stadium, Cardiff
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.