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Live!

There is nothing quite like the visceral thrill of seeing a great band live.

I still remember the first 'proper' gig I went to - Big Country at Portsmouth Guildhall, in early 1989. The feeling as the lights dim and the smoke machine goes into overdrive, followed swiftly by the terror of being too close to the front and caught up in the swaying, sweating mass of the pit.

Being a man of a certain age and with a family to feed, gigs are perhaps not as routine an event as I might like, but having said that, as I write this (early 2022), I do have several on my horizon.

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