Posted on February 6, 2011


Some time in early 1984 I did something that changed my life. I went to a gig at the Glasgow Apollo. Everyone has a first gig story, and I imagine there are thousands similar to me whose own recollections involve the faded glitz of that venerable venue – the red and the glittery gold interior, the stupidly high stage and the pervading odour of alcohol, sweat and hash smoke. And everyone has a first band that they went to see.

Mine was Gary Moore.

Nuff said.

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