The was my sixth Super Furry Animals gig, but only my second time seeing them headlining their own show. I’m sure it was a fantastic night. However, my memories of this gig are somewhat overshadowed by that occasional bane of the female gig-goer’s life: the Unnecessary Man.Continue reading
“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.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
My one and only headlining gig from Gay Dad. And it was pretty good. But all I can remember is sparkling shoulders.Continue reading
A storming gig from a transformed My Life Story.Continue reading
This turned out to be my last Suede gig for three years. A good thing then that it was such an incredible one.Continue reading
A plastic ticket inviting the painted people to get off our heads to Head Music at the Asylum.Continue reading
My second Kula Shaker gig was an almighty demonstration of the liberating, life-affirming magic of live music.Continue reading
Suede at the Astoria on a Saturday night in 1999. It doesn’t get much better than that.
My first time seeing Kula Shaker, that most ridiculed of bands, and it turned out that they were, in fact, ridiculously brilliant.