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Waiting my whole life to see Bruce Spingsteen, and when he shows up on my doorstep I get that pissed along with the old man to remember a thing.
I’m blaming @Ghandi Floss for this, and I know my mam does for getting the old man in the state he was.
The Police
Couldn't afford it at the time tickets went on sale.Would loved to have seen them on the reunion tour.
Saw his gig at Roker Park (Hello Newcastle) and it was indeed poor. Good spectacle though.
A couple of years ago we were in Osbourne's in Durham one Saturday afternoon and naturally I'd hijacked the jukebox as soon as we got there. I had this fat wife absolutely raging as all 12 minutes of The End by The Doors was playing out. "What the hell's this shit. This is a disgrace this like. Who the fuck's put this on." The pig faced f***ing bitch. I was pissing mesell laughing at her by the time When The Music's Over came on next.
Two songs, 22 minutes, on irate fat bitch - got me money's worth there like.
Saw him when he did the 50 nights at the O2, spectacular.Prince
Waiting my whole life to see Bruce Spingsteen, and when he shows up on my doorstep I get that pissed along with the old man to remember a thing.
I’m blaming @Ghandi Floss for this, and I know my mam does for getting the old man in the state he was.
The winnerLeaving IOW festival early Sunday morning thinking I'll catch Hendrix another time, he was dead within a month
My mate kept asking me if I wanted to go whenever they played up here. Must've been about five year on the bounce I said no. At least he's stopped asking now.I saw the Fall a few years ago and thought they/it was shit
actually seeing Elbow. Cost me a fortune and they were shit
I’ve stopped going to gigs these day, a few pints with the lads on a Friday results in me forgetting hours, a full day on it and going to a gig is pointless.When I first saw him in Cardiff in 2007 I barely had a drink 'cos I wanted to make sure I saw him and took it all in, thinking that may be my first and last chance to see him. It helped that one of the lads had drove down and we had to then drive on to our digs somewhere in Gloucestershire straight after.
What tempered me towards this attitude was a trip to Milton Keynes to see Oasis a couple of years later, where I got so wrecked I had to taken back to the digs before they even got on stage. I later heard Don't Look Back in Anger through the window.