Day two of 2001’s Manics Weekend is one I will never forget, but for all the wrong reasons.Continue reading
My first Manics gig since the turn of the Millennium, on the eve of a turning point in my own life.Continue reading
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.Continue reading
“Oh the Manics, my Manics, how easy it is for them to become Everything again.”
The Manics were back, and in universe-conquering form. As usual.Continue reading
“All I can say is, “All we love are lonely RECORDS!!!!” Oh yes.”
My last gig of 1998. An overwhelmingly emotional and perfect way to draw the first chapter of my life in London to a close.
“Oh my screaming sainted leopardskin soul, what an almighty gig that was!”
1998 was ending with two gigs from my favourite band in the world. It’s safe to say, the year went out on a high.
I had an amazing year of gigs in 2018, which is pretty impressive considering how many I missed due to ill health (never going to get over missing the Manics’ Resistance Is Futile tour, quite honestly). Here are my top 5 of the year. The top 2 sit comfortably amongst the best gigs I’ve ever been to in my life.Continue reading
The last Manics gig of 2018, and a night of highs and lows.
A triumphant end of an era for the Manic Street Preachers.