All the gigs of my life: Gig 49 – Oasis, Saturday, July 22, 2000, Wembley Stadium
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.
Manic Street Preachers at Shepherd’s Bush Empire, Friday 17th and Saturday 18th of May, 2019
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.
Take That at the O2, Sunday, 5th of May, 2019
Marina at the Royal Albert Hall, Friday 3rd of May, 2019
A stunning night of pop in South Kensington. Again.
Album for the day 03/05/19: 20 years of “Head Music”
On this day in 1999, Suede released their fourth album “Head Music”. Here are my rather excitable scribblings about that day, written in my diary exactly 20 years ago.
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.
Take That at the Royal Albert Hall, Thursday, 28th of March, 2019
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.
All the gigs of my life: Gig 46 – Super Furry Animals, Wednesday, November 3, 1999, Brixton Academy
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.
All the gigs of my life: Gig 45 – Mansun, Sunday, August 29, 1999, Reading Festival
“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.
SCRUFFY STORMS 