by Graeme Cumming | Apr 30, 2019 | Music, Nostalgia, The Gigging Years |
When I was at school, most of my mates had nicknames. Zim, for example, was not the given name of my best friend. Strangely enough, Boo, El and Fathead weren’t parental choices, either. The closest I got was the mis-pronunciation of my surname – which still happens!...
by Graeme Cumming | Mar 10, 2019 | Music, Nostalgia, The Gigging Years |
Having been in the wrong kind of mood when I saw Queen in 1984, then missing them at Live Aid as a matter of principle, when the opportunity arose to see them again, I didn’t hesitate. The Magic tour was being held in stadiums, so it was time to head to Wembley....
by Graeme Cumming | Jan 30, 2019 | Music, Nostalgia, The Gigging Years |
I wrote recently about going to watch Bohemian Rhapsody. The film begins and ends at Live Aid, and reproduces in full the set played there by Queen. Watching those fifteen or twenty minutes of film left me feeling very emotional. In part, it was watching this...
by Graeme Cumming | Oct 18, 2017 | Music, The Gigging Years |
In my previous Gigging Years post, I’d written about going to see a group of ageing rockers. At least, to the teenage me, after celebrating 20 years together, they must be ageing. Later the same year, I was heading to see an even more ageing group of rockers. Quo...
by Graeme Cumming | Apr 21, 2017 | Music, Nostalgia, The Gigging Years |
If you haven’t read Part One, I would recommend that you do so now, otherwise, this post won’t make sense. In 1978, a live album was produced which set a benchmark for all live albums that followed. That’s not my opinion, but a rough approximation...
by Graeme Cumming | Mar 12, 2017 | Music, Nostalgia, The Gigging Years |
In the summer of 1979, I met the love of my life – at least, that’s what I thought at the time. The spark between us was immediate and intense. Flatteringly, the meeting was contrived, with me being lured to a house party where it turns out I knew hardly anyone. The...
