…the gigs that stick in the memory…
1/ Gig #16
I don't think any gig could ever top this one, certainly not for emotion and intensity. A small venue (the Marquee no less) with Roger Taylor and the Cross. 800 fans packed in to celebrate all things Queen and in particular Freddie Mercury.
They were joined by Brian May, and for an encore, Tim Staffell (Google him). Coming just a year after Freddie's passing it really was a moving experience. We cried, we laughed, we danced…and it was Christmas.
Man, this was good.
2/ Gig #1
My very first concert was a show on Bon Jovi's Jersey Syndicate tour. These guys were cool. I so wanted to be like them. So much so that I tried growing my hair in the months after this. Did not work unfortunately.
I fell in love with concerts though and have been a gig-aholic ever since.
3/ Gigs #226 #227
‘The Wrecking Ball Weekender’
Ok so number 3 is actually two gigs, but this weekend will live long in the memory. The whole of Kilkenny seemed to be at these two shows. No better crowd than an Irish crowd.
As we travelled back home the next day I remember feeling exhausted, body aching, head slightly fuzzy and my red sunburnt face already peeling, I had an odd sensation...I actually felt overcome, overwhelmed and not worthy. The reason? Mr Springsteen and the ‘heart-stopping, pants-dropping, love-making, earth-quaking, Viagra-taking’ E-Street Band.
4/ Gig #4
Every Stones gig is an event but this show in particular remains one of my very best memories. As the 16 year old me sang along to Honky Tonk Women, Satisfaction and Brown Sugar, not to mention the other 20+ classics, I realised this concert lark was for me....
...and at £20 a ticket it really was a no brainer...I repeat...£20 a ticket.
5/ Gig #200
I'm not sure I have ever felt such joy at a show before or after. I adore this band. If you are not familiar with them or write them off as just another ‘90's indie group then you really are missing out on some wonderful music.
P.S. The ticket shown on the right is a duplicate given to me on the day...the box office lost my actual ticket...still...a hand scribbled note is better than nothing right??
6/ Gig #300
Gig 300. Love Blondie. Love Debbie Harry. Love London. Love Brixton. Love Brixton Academy. All the music Gods came together to help me celebrate my third century in style. I've always loved live performance of any kind and since going to my first gig in 1989, on a cold December night in Birmingham, I have loved live music. Of the 300 some have been poor, some have been ok, some good and some absolutely magnificent...300 goes firmly in the latter category.
7/ Gig #11
The 'Illusion' albums were yet to be released at this point but it really didn't matter...they still sounded great live.
As per usual, they (Axl) took a long time to come on stage but we expected that.
They were well worth the wait; they remain the most exciting band I ever saw.
8/ Gig #5
My very first music festival and in pure 'RAWK' style featured a pretty much perfect line up for me. I loved Whitesnake, I loved Aerosmith, I loved Poison, I loved The Quireboys and I loved Thunder. I really was in dreamland.
Loved every band on the bill and was not disappointed in any of them. I also saw my first women urinating in public…and I got covered in urine for the first time.
The two firsts were not related.
9/ Gig #7
I was a huge fan of rock music by this stage and Little Angels were one of my favourites. This Bradford show stands out as it was a no let-up gig, song after song full of high energy. They played a good time rock and roll brand of music and were a top-drawer live band. They never seemed to give less than 100% and with lead singer, Toby Jepson, having one of the best rock voices I have heard, they were destined to go far. Indeed a number 1 album followed a few years later but then they called it a day. Still don’t know why.
10/ Gig #70
After my wife had left on April Fool's Day the previous year I was pretty much rock bottom. I really threw myself into work....not sure why.
Luckily, for me, my then job enabled me to travel to Ireland a few times a year. It was there in May 2000 that I met an Irish girl by the name of Fiona. By that August I was already planning on moving to Dublin.
David Gray’s White Ladder album was the soundtrack in Ireland at the time and his headline set here was one of the very best.