UB40. Scarborough. Small venue, now derelict, just along from where McDs is now. It was just as their 1st hit was breaking. Great, mad night. Anyone else there? Jam, Brid Spa. Steve Harley, Beverley picture play house.
Oh, I once saw Paul Young in Watford Gap service station on my way to a City game. Big tall bloke about six foot six, thankfully he didn't sing, but he did have a piece of meat with him.
The concert that most influenced my tastes was seeing McCoy Tyner in Copenhagen, mid-eighties, got me listening to jazz. Saw him again at the Bath jazz festival a few years ago, just as good.
Didn't Paul McCartney turn up at Hull Uni in a beat up old camper van with his band Wings and play for beer money. Or is it an urban myth?
interesting I heard MCCartney wanted to open the door and let em in, but the University security refused.
Saw the Clash loads of times(mostly Glasgow Apollo) and subsequently followed Strummer&Jones in their separate ventures.Sadly,I went to see Strummer in Edinburgh Nov 2002,enjoyed several beers (and a 'strange' looking cigarette) with him,promised to catch up on his next venture north as we had become 'chatty' over the years....Sadly I never saw him again as he passed the following month The Pistols,Stranglers,Buzzcocks were other memorable gigs that I'll cherish for life. Next up Sheryl Crow at the Glasgow Royal Concert Hall 26th of this month....
I worked in the music business for a few years so had a couple of run-ins with well known musicians. Went to a house party in the Hollywood hills and Gene Simmons turned up with his wife. Odd chap but was happy to chat. I saw Linkin Park play an acoustic gig in our office in front of 50 people - a month before the lead singer committed suicide. Ed Sheeran would walk around our office quite often and chat to anyone. Can't stand his music but full credit to him for being genuine.
Pfft. I got a blowy* off Madonna & Julia Roberts at the Smash Hits offices in London around 1990. For clarity this may have been a secondary blowy, in so much that I rubbed their Smash Hits Awards down my strides & against my tallywhacker in the knowledge that they would probably kiss the award upon receiving it. A secondary blowy.
My tallywhacker? That’s our secret. There was two of them. One for Madge, one for Roberts. Both got introduced to my fun size.
At some godforsaken service station realised I was stood next to Jarvis Cockwomble of Plup fame, with his even taller gangly teenage son and his Mrs / life partner / groupie thing - who called him 'JC' ... Jesus Christ could she not even call him his real name?