I don't think any gig could ever top this one, certainly not for emotion and intensity. A small venue with Roger Taylor and the Cross. They were joined by Brian May...and for an encore Tim Staffell (Google him).
P.I.W.? What the Hell is that I hear you say. Well let me tell you...
A particular annoyance at gigs are those utter wankers, those utter pricks, those absolute toss bags, that think it is ok to push their way through to the front of a queue to get into a venue. Once in they then proceed to push through the crowds to try to get to the very front, knocking anybody that is in their way. Arseholes…or (P)ush (I)n (W)ankers.
I started volunteering a few weeks ago. I wanted to do something good. Wanted to give something back. You know what I am talking about, right? Do a good deed and hope somehow, somewhere, somebody passes it on. I had the urge at the beginning of last year to do more. I began to give blood regularly and now it is the norm.
'Unfortunately the gig has been cancelled due to unforeseen circumstances'...who are you kidding...we know the drill...ticket sales have been poor. 'Unforeseen circumstances' my arse. A catch all phrase that means both artist and venue save face. Sometimes though, on occasion, there are genuine reasons for cancelling gigs. Everything from physical injury to missed planes to partners giving birth to...well...death.
Recent news of VH1 dropping 'That Metal Show' is not good at all...yes we still have podcasts galore (none better than Eddie Trunk's own) but the demise of 'TMS' got me thinking of better times and watching bands like GNR, Poison and Def Leppard on TV. Unfortunately due to failing memory (I'm 42 but at times feel a lot older) and disappearing brain cells (that would be the Guinness), I couldn't remember many of the
I am a bit of a live performance addict. I love going to gigs (obviously) but also plays at the theatre...hell I even like musicals. I also once saw a live sex show but to be honest the musical was far sexier...which may say a lot about the quality of the sex show or maybe quite a bit more about me. I will go and see most things live and living in London these last two years the opportunities presented are many. There is so much
When a band first gets together, when it first forms, one of the most important decisions they have to make is what to call themselves. Whether it’s the The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, Take That, One Direction or Peter, Sue and Marc, all must have thought long and hard about the name (well maybe not the latter...that probably didn't take too long). Exciting times when a band first forms but what happens when the honeymoon period is over?
On December 28th 1989 I took my first tentative steps in the world of live music. I don't mean I was actually onstage playing an instrument or singing a song (trust me you would not want to hear that)…instead I attended my first live gig…the mighty Bon Jovi at Birmingham’s NEC Arena. Last week I attended my 250th gig. This time the Wonder Stuff in London’s O2 Academy Islington. An average of ten gigs a year; not bad, not great.
Tomorrow (September 18th) the people of Scotland will vote in the Independence referendum. A hugely important decision for all concerned. This calls for a topical blog…I am after all uniquely placed to talk about it. Yes I’m English, I’ve rarely been to Scotland (apart from for a brother’s wedding…and once accidentally finding myself in Aberdeen for a day) and I have a hatred for whiskey. How can I possibly have a say in the #indyref?
How many gigs is enough? As an average fan I think going to an average of ten gigs a year for twenty five years is…well…average. Some of my friends, actually most of them, believe I go too far too many. Maybe I do go to too many...or maybe I don’t get to anywhere near enough. Are my family and friends right to think I am mad and 'waste' my money or is it them that just don’t understand the sheer joy live music can bring? How many gigs do you go to? What do
I turned 40 last week. No big deal really is it? Of course whether you think it is or not depends on how old you are yourself. When I was twenty, forty seemed old…very old. Now it really doesn’t. In fact I feel much younger than forty, especially mentally. Whether that is a good thing depends on who you ask. My mother would say I need to grow up and start having a family. My friends, most of whom have two kids each, say much the same thing. I often get
As a huge live music fan I am getting rather bored of going to the same old concert venues. There are only so many times I can see a gig at the same arenas and theatres. After a while an arena, which is by definition already soulless, becomes more and more boring and ordinary. I think that seeing the same old stage, seeing the same old ticket prices, seeing the same old rip off bars, seeing the same old blocked toilets, seeing the same old grumpy security guards, seeing the same old...same old...well it has just all got a little bit dull and I need a
I need to profess my love. In fact I was truly, madly, deeply head over heels in love at the young tender age of 18. Gradually, over the years, that love diminished but not because I had fallen out of love but because society told me that I had to change. As time has passed, the urge to declare my love again has been nagging away at me more and more, each day getting stronger and stronger…well I am now ready to shout it from the roof tops….who’s with me…..here we go…you can’t stop me…I Love Denim Jackets...there I said it...
It's 2013 and live music is still big business...it has to be really as the physical record buying industry has all but disappeared. Gig going can be an expensive hobby though and sometimes I wish I had taken up knitting which strikes me as a far cheaper option. Yes you probably wouldn't get quite the same buzz from knitting as moshing at the front of a Metallica gig however seeing your favourite artists does not come cheap where as you can pick up a pair of
I have a large amount of CD’s, DVDs, Blu Ray’s and Vinyl. Well actually my vinyl collection is small at the moment, not surprising since I sold the whole lot back in 2000 for some much needed money. I regret the vinyl purging hugely though and in recent years I have been trying to build it back up again. Will I get my collection back to the glory days? I doubt it
I know that alopecia sucks ass as I have had the pleasure of its company for 25 years. As a, soon to be, 40 year old I have had alopecia areata since the hairdresser told me I had a small round bald patch at the back of my head. I was but a 15 year old teenager. Admittedly I was a 15 year horny teenager who masturbated far too much. I was also extremely gullible and half believed the old saying that if you overdid the personal pleasuring you would grow hair on
Scenario 1: You buy a new album. It is from an artist you love, have many records of, have followed for years, love everything they have ever done. How long before you give your verdict, before you make your mind up as to whether it is a jewel of an album or an Iron Maiden with Blaze Bailey disaster?
Ok so I have a bit of a dilemma. I’m just not sure what to do. Should I do it? No of course not, no way will I do it. Should I though? If I do will I regret it like I did last time...did I mention I have had this dilemma before? That time I caved and have regretted it ever since. This time though surely I won’t. This is different. I wouldn’t do it again. Would I? A text from a friend asking me the very same question. He was wondering what I thought about him doing it. He is
Are you a record collector? I’m a record collector. I have been since as long as I can remember. It used to be collecting key rings as a kid, now it is all things music. In fact I think I am right in saying that I went to my first record fair when I was 14. I used to go to local ones in my childhood hometown of Hull. Then I read Record Collector magazine. That particular
Ah so here we were again. 2012. Some 21 years since my first experience of the annual QueenConvention. I was a sprightly 17 year old then and the location was a Southport holiday camp. Now a far more mature 38 year old man…a man with as much sprightliness as a one legged sloth…(do sloths have legs? I guess they do) the location had changed, but it was still a holiday camp, this time in sunny Great Yarmouth.
Seeing ‘Top of The Pops 2’ before Christmas and watching Bowie'scracking lost performance of Jean Genie reminded me how much I used to love watching live music on the TV back in the day. Nowadays it seems to have become a lost art. Certainly there are very few good places for live music on the box, and definitely not many that are 'cool'.
In the UK and Ireland there are very few outlets for bands to perform live. It must be why there
Record buying is no fun anymore…We are all aware that records are becoming obsolete. That is to say the physical record is soon to become non-existent. Be it 3 years, 5 years or 10 years it really is only a matter of time before they are no more. A dead parrot as it were. Songs still exist of course, are still recorded by artists and are still played live to seemingly increasing audiences; the act though of holding a record in one’s hand is soon to be a thing of the past.
...that Freddie Mercurydied. November 24th 1991. I find it hard to believe that two decades have passed since then. I remember waking up and hearing the news on Breakfast TV…I really, really did not want to go to school that day (I was 17 and in the sixth form). School friends of course can be cruel and I had quite a few comments about his passing, people joking about him, yes the jokes are quick when someone 'famous' dies. Cruel, sick jokes which some people