Every music lover remembers their first gig- the sudden dimming of the lights, the rush as you catch the first glimpse of your heroes, the crush as the crowd moves in on the hits. Of course, there’s also the downside of the bruised ribs after being trapped against the front barrier (oh hello there youthful, eager, too-young-to-be-worried-about-spilling-my-beer Halyna), the sticky floors, and the blissful ignorance of not knowing what the suspiciously warm liquid that just hit your back was.
When I think back to my first gig, there are only fond memories. I was a 13 year old, who had discovered the happiness that combining heavy guitars, a disco drum beat and a well-placed bass part could create, and it was only just the beginning. Franz Ferdinand were playing at the MEN Arena (now known as the Manchester Arena), and as we queued at the entrance, little did I know I would become addicted to the gig life. I remember knowing the band’s first album, ‘Franz Ferdinand’, inside out; everything from the lyrics, to the fact there was a cough at the end of the song, ‘Michael.’ Looking back, it might seem pretty excessive, but I find something quite endearing about the idea that I was only just learning how much I really loved this genre of music, meaning every little detail felt so important at the time. Over the years there have been albums and bands that I’ve fallen in love with and who have become part of my story, but in all honesty, I don’t think I’ve ever known an album in as much detail as I knew that black and orange classic. Even if you don’t think you know any of their biggest hits, you do. After all, ‘Take Me Out’ is a staple of any self respecting Rock/Indie disco. ‘I say don’t you know, you say you don’t know, I say…’ – Let’s not lie now; you know exactly what I say.
I was recently lucky enough to be able to see Franz again at Manchester’s Albert Hall, a whole 13 years after the first time- be sure to look out for the review, including chats about their support, Albert Hammond Jr, which will popping up in the near future! As for now, back to the past.
The support acts that night were two lesser-known bands, Editors and The Rakes. Editors were playing their new album at the time, ‘The Back Room’, which later went on to become one of their most well known albums to date. Their quick fire, whining riffs and ‘00s feel made their style unmistakable, with songs such as ‘Blood’ and ‘Munich’ increasing their fan base shortly after the tour. They’ve gone from strength to strength over the years, with their new single ‘Magazine’ having been recently released in 2018, plus an album to follow shortly. The Rakes unfortunately got lost in the indie madness that the decade brought with it, and didn’t go on to have many more popular releases- ‘22 Grand Job’ probably remains their most well known track of the noughties.
Looking back to my first real gig made me feel quite nostalgic, and got me thinking about the point in time when I first realised that rock was about to be added to my list of life loves. I can vividly pinpoint two songs that made me stop in my tracks and rethink music- I’ll give you a clue, it was 2002, and the video to one song involved a young Anthony Kiedis, a long yellow pipe and John Frusciante dancing in a dustbin. Any ideas? That’s another discussion for another time (or at least the next chapter).
Until then, have a little reminisce and get in touch to share your first gig experiences – even if it was the Spice Girls, I want to hear about the things that made it memorable for you.
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