I’m not going to lie. I’m not the most organised person in the world. But even I feel awful that the reason that this following piece showcasing the dubious and multifarious delights of the northern English town of Wigan was that I simply plain forgot about it. Awful, awful, awful.
Still, Mike has written a snigger-worthy and idiosyncratic view of his hometown of Wigan – a place that has a number of unusual spots in the annals of pop history.
The shock of the old. Buzzcocks by Ian Rook
It’s not from want of trying that I haven’t posted for a bit. Since I last reported, I have been to two gigs that featured up-and-coming bands and on both occasions the acts that I saw were so awful that it is unfair to come on here and ridicule them.
So from the new to the very …mature.
Magazine rehearsal pic by Graeme Oxby
I’m going to get round to new bands soon. I promise…
But when I found out that Magazine were getting together for a few dates after breaking up some thirty years ago, I just had to have me some of that.
2008 was a shit year for music.
With the economy falling down around us, the music industry continued to crumble under the pressure of the internet…falling down, down, down and barely even pulling in a cent (or so they would like you to believe). Bands inspired by the few cash cows we have left aped and copied their way through records. Folks were led to believe that a band like Fleet Foxes made a better, more lasting impression with their record then say someone like Deerhunter did.
Busy, busy time for everyone, I guess, but definitely for teachers – carol concerts, plays, assessments and the feverish dash to knock up … stuff … from card, tinsel and glittery bits. Predictably, this has meant the already meagre trickle of posts on here has recently dried up almost completely. I can only apologise.
What’s actually quite unlikely about the whole period is that somehow I’ve managed to squeeze two gigs into the last fortnight or so – I’m not quite sure how this has happened. This week I went to see punk legends, the Damned, at the Guild Hall. I quite like these old punk gigs – always bump into a few people I’ve not seen for a while, and it’s always kinda fun to see what shape these bands are in.
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