All the songs of my life, #2: “Magic Dance” by David Bowie
One evening in December 1988, “Labyrinth” was shown on Singaporean TV. As it was on a bit late for a school night, my mum recorded it so I could watch it the following weekend.
One evening in December 1988, “Labyrinth” was shown on Singaporean TV. As it was on a bit late for a school night, my mum recorded it so I could watch it the following weekend.
This is a new series where I will talk about all the songs which have impacted my life in one way or another, in roughly chronological order. First up: the song that is the beginning of music for me.
The outrageously triumphant return of Take That, one decade after the split that devastated a generation.
My one and only gig from the Canadian songsmith Daniel Powter.
David Gray has never been an artist that caught my attention, indeed, the most I’ve felt for his inoffensive tunes is mild dislike. So why was I at this gig?
My first venture into the mystical, ethereal world of the Mediaeval Baebes.
It’s October 2005, and there’s just one question: What the hell am I doing at an Alabama 3 gig?
My 100th gig saw me revisiting a band who’d been there at my very first.
A night of fun and frolics from the Scissor Sisters.
My second and so far last gig from the Prodigy.