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The Blue Oyster Cult at the Portsmouth Guildhall, somewhen. The first gig I ever went to - so memorable even if it hadn't FUCKING ROCKED.
George Clinton last year. The Mothership descends, an old man in nothing but a nappy climbs out clutching a guitar, George funks us till we fart.
Prince. Have seen the little guy a few times, but the two most memorable were a little club just off of Regent Street in 1995 and last year at the Apollo in Hammersmith (followed quickly by a little club in Angel.)
The Magnetic Fields in 2001. All of the 69 Love Songs played in order over two nights. We laughed, we cried, we really ought to get out more.
(By the by, I was at the Pixies gig you speak of young Belbin. Did you have space to do the monkey dance?) |
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