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. To some a huge amount, to others a bit run of the mill. To some an obsessive. To others not obsessive enough.
250 gigs. 25 years. Has much changed?
Then and Now…
1989: 16 year novice at first gig. Somehow finding myself right at the front of the crowd. Wearing a ski jacket. Sweating my bollocks off
2014: Now 41. 250th gig. Mid crowd. Jacket checked into the Cloakroom. Body aching
1989: At gig with mate. Arrive 3 hours early
2014: At gig with wife. Arrive 3 minutes early
1989: Surrounded by beautiful young girls, who were wearing next to nothing, screaming at Jon Bon Jovi
2014: Surrounded by not so beautiful middle aged blokes, who were wearing varying 80’s band t shirts, shouting at Miles Hunt
1989: I try and reach out and touch Jon Bon Jovi
2014: Nod head to Miles Hunt
1989: No alcohol. Too young to drink. Slim
2014: Beer in hand. Experienced drinker. Beer gut
1989: Buy concert programme and shirt. The parents are footing the bill so what the hell
2014: Ignore merchandise stall and grumble at the expense of it all
1989: Full head of hair
1989: After gig I talk excitedly with my mate and listen to what he thought
2014: After gig I post opinion and pics to own web site, Instagram, Twitter, Facebook and Youtube. Ignore what the wife thought
1989: Realise I love live music
2014: Yep I still love live music
Some things change but my love of live music is very much alive. I go to more gigs now than ever before. I look forward to seeing how things differ in 2039...I reckon I will be deaf but making my way to gig 700...ish...