Some thoughts and photographs about live music, by my girlfriend. Coincidentally, we share an early live music experience; despite her being a Dartford lass, and me being a northerer. And that shared experience was brought to us by a band from the Midlands, somewhere in the middle (natch)
Gigs and live music have played an important part in my life since I saw my first band at the age of twelve. The memory is still vivid. It was 1978 or 79; my first year at secondary school. My mum had allowed me to go along with my class mate Marie Smith and her older brother, who acted as responsible adult. He was just sixteen and I had a crush on him, although I can’t for the life of me remember his name now. I know it was one of those years because Marie left our school at the end of the first year and we lost touch. I was a small, excited, sta-pressed trousered, Fred Perry Shirt and monkey boot wearing ska lover and I was as giddy as hell at the prospect of my first gig.
The Specials played Rainbow Theatre in London as part of the…
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