The end of an era, for me, although I didn’t know it at the time: My last ever Mansun gig.
My second-last Mansun gig was a pretty important one for me: I went into it not sure if I was going to stay in London or return to Australia, and I came out of it with my mind made up. Mansun may have once sung that “all my big decisions always ruin my life”, but… Read More All the gigs of my life: Gig 51 – Mansun, Saturday, November 4, 2000, Shepherd’s Bush Empire
This was my third and last V festival and the beginning of the end of my Mansun gigging career, all during a time of Important Life Decisions.
“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.
One year on from my last Mansun gig, and I had a deep-seated need to be crushed against a barrier once again, screaming at the brilliance of My Boys. And they sure as hell did not disappoint.
“All I can say is just over an hour ago I TOUCHED PAUL DRAPER!!! Whilst being drenched in champagne! He was just a metre away!!! Oh christ indeed.” Buckle up, kids. It’s going to be THAT sort of a gig.
October 1997, and my newest obsession were on tour again! And I literally could not wait to see them in London. So I zoomed up to Manchester one Saturday to see them there first.
My third Mansun gig, and my first ever UK festival. This was a special event indeed.
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.
My first ever Mansun gig. If I were pressed to name one gig and one gig only as the greatest of my life, it would be this one.