My first gig was to see a band called Northside (who I thought were the next big thing in 1991 but turned out to be also-rans of indie’s Madchester era). It was at the Town and Country Club in Kentish Town. I was 16. My mates and I had just finished our GCSEs and this was how we chose to celebrate. We guzzled numerous cans of warm lager on the Underground, which is why my memories of the concert are a blur.
The main thing I recall is my mate Josh throwing up on a bouncer’s shoes, resulting in him being slung out. He waited outside the venue until the gig was over, whereupon he lobbed a bag of hot chips at my head (seemingly disgruntled that I hadn’t supported him). He missed, the chips hit a passing car’s windscreen and the driver got out and gave Josh a clip round the ear. The rest of us fell about laughing at the sight of him being roughed up for the second time in one evening. Teenage boys are absolutely shit mates.
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Did that gig change Josh’s life? Possibly. Did it change mine? Somewhat, yes: it set the tone for my interface with live music for the next 20 years or so. From that night on, I understood gig attendance to be an exercise in wanton hedonism as much as the enjoyment of live music.
Live music, drinking, drug taking and daft behaviour all went hand in hand for me until I was about 40. During that time I attended – and half forgot – performances by so many of my favourite acts: from Prince in Milan to Earth, Wind & Fire in Vegas to Public Enemy in a bus garage in Chiswick (true story). I feel honoured and privileged to have seen all of these spectacular artists up close when I had the chance, but I slightly hate myself for wastefully distorting the experiences with booze.
For the last nine years I have experienced live music sober and felt so much more engaged and exhilarated by it all. Watching live music has become less about the night out and more about the immersive wonder of watching people express themselves with uncanny passion and craft. If that sounds a bit poncey, sorry, but you get like that after a few years on the wagon.