I've seen quite a few live bands - too many to count really. My first was
Genesis in 1986 - I've never been too fond of the new stuff but have always loved their early/middle years (anything pre-Invisble Touch really). I have to say they were incredible.
Paul Young who was supposedly quite big at the time (over here anyway) was the support act and barely raised a ripple.
Perhaps the best time for me though was Summer 1990 - when the whole 'Madchester' scene was at it's peak. I saw just about everyone worth seeing that summer - kicking off with
The Stone Roses at Spike Island. Although it has to be said I don't have too many memories of that particular concert. I know I went - I remember setting off, I vaguely remember coming home. I have no idea where I slept and I believe I had a good time!
Then I saw
The Happy Mondays supported by
Donovan - again, a bit of a blur.
The Inspiral Carpets came next - they were great but I spent the last bit of the concert in the first aid room. It was boiling hot - middle of July - and I had spent most of the day in the sun having a couple of drinks with friends. Not a wise thing to do - the concert was indoors, at the G-Mex in Manchester and it was so unbelievably hot, they were spraying water hoses at us to keep us cool. All was going swimmingly - I was having a merry little time right at the front, bopping away. But then I fainted. I suspect I would have been crushed were it not for some tall guy behind me who noticed that this wild little redhead had disappeared. I'm forever thankful to him because he scooped me up and literally held me over his head - according to friends, the crowd just parted to let us through and the band stopped while I was carried out. My escapade made the NME review (fame!) After half an hour recovering in first aid I got the train home, went to the chippy for a chicken and mushroom pie and promptly went clubbing. I was tough in those days.
The final concert of that summer was
James at the Winter Gardens in Blackpool. August 1990, a whole weekend of madness and probably the best concert I have ever been to in my life. The atmosphere was incredible, it was the first time Tim Booth had ever commanded an audience to 'Sit Down' and I vaguely recall that the floor was less than clean but no-one cared.
If I could relive one time in my life that would be it.
I've since seen
James on four more separate occasions but they never were quite as good as Blackpool - not for me anyway.
Who else have I seen then - well a whole variety of local bands and some minority bands when I used to party away the weekends at The Boardwalk in Manchester - including
The Stereophonics.
Most recently though I saw
The Waterboys in Manchester - I've loved this band for so many years and to finally see them live was incredible. They are true musicians, spine-tinglingly good - especially when that fiddle comes out.
Rambling again, but the memories are good ones
