All the gigs of my life: Gig 10 – Manic Street Preachers, Saturday, April 12, 1997, Royal Albert Hall
“So here I sit in the middle of The Day. The reason I’m still here and not swirling aimlessly around Perth again.”
“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.
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.