A very very late report on a very very wonderful gig.
Exactly 21 years ago today, I went to my very first gig at the Manchester Arena. It was a truly monumental night, with my two favourite bands in the world on the same bill: Manic Street Preachers and Mansun.
I’m having some vision issues at the moment which are making typing up long blog posts difficult, so in the meantime, here is a quick roundup of some of the music I’m mainlining at the moment. This really is a pretty exciting time for new tunes. Continue reading
“So here I sit in the middle of The Day. The reason I’m still here and not swirling aimlessly around Perth again.”
The triumphant, emotional finale to my trilogy of Manics gigs in London in December 1996.
My second ever Manics gig, in which I discovered the true nature of Home, and that Moshpits And Me Don’t Mix. Continue reading
21 years old, in a new country, and here was my favourite band in the world, three nights in a row. Three nights which decided the course of the next 21 years of my life.
Some waffle about new music. Brought to you by the letter ‘P’ rollerskating through the 1980s with Pale Waves, Paramore, Paul Draper, Poliça and the (Manic Street) Preachers.
The song that made me a Manics fan, in October 1993:
In which I ramble on a bit about some new tunes and videos which have caught my eyes and ears. This week: Mamamoo, Justin Timberlake, Warm Digits and Manic Street Preachers.