Comments on: Tell us your best Brum gig story and win a pair of Rootsville Festival Tickets

By: bounder

bounder — Mon, 04 Jun 2007 06:12:00 +0000

That’s it, time’s up!

We’ll have a little think and post up the winner at some point today.

By: mrstubbs

mrstubbs — Sun, 03 Jun 2007 19:31:00 +0000

I was once charged with turning the drum machine on and off for my mate’s band at The Lyndhurst. I’m not sure they’d ever had a drummer at this stage and the patterns they’d used weren’t very complicated – so I didn’t think they’d notice when I slipped off to get a pint.

They didn’t. They were shite.

By: outercircle21

outercircle21 — Fri, 01 Jun 2007 22:44:00 +0000

I used to go to loads of gigs and weird nights at the Powerhouse (now home to Oceana on Hurst Street) in the 80s, but the most significant for me personally was a a windy night in October 1988. I was fed up with being back at Poly for my final year after a year out and was out on the piss with my mate Wendy, so we got trolleyed in the pub opposite before going to see the Waterboys at the Freshers Ball. Another mate of ours from the students union turned up with a lanky whey faced youth who we proceeded to rip into mercilessly, until our mutual friend finally admitted was in fact a Waterboy. We laid into him even more before heading over the road for happy hour. My mate is Scottish, and therefore genetically modified to tolerate alcohol even more than I am. I can’t remember much about the gig, but I do remember a tall, quiet, sandy haired gentleman who took pity on me in my tired and emotional state, made sure I got home in one piece and had a nice convenient place to throw up in. And in case you were wondering – reader, I married him.

Please don’t print my real name cos I’ve got a proper job now.

Luv outercircle21

By: mark

mark — Sat, 26 May 2007 07:39:00 +0000

Saw The Fall once at the foundry, I’d done a couple of shifts on the bounce and was fast asleep before they came on. I awkoe to Mark E Smith barking “goodbye-uuh”.

Not very good, sorry

By: Peter

Peter — Fri, 18 May 2007 16:45:00 +0000

I remember K Emerson fiddling with the organ – at the same ELP gig he took the ribbon controller from his Moog into the offstage area and made rude noises with it, which amused my teenage self.
Favourite moment has to be the odd concatenation of Budgie, Uriah Heep and Sha Na Na onto the same bill. Half-arsed heavy rock and rock ‘n’ roll revivalist glam: the problems could have been forseen. Barracking between the two factions (I was on the rock ‘n’ roll side) culminated in the guitarist from Uriah Heep getting hit in the balls with an orange as he essayed a guitar solo. We wept…
The town hall is a fount of such memories. Posing, Amen Corner style as a sax section behind the completely unaware Comus. Seeing Tony Iommi do the ‘you’re my best mate you are’ routine to Rory Gallagher. Watching Robert Plant being ejected from the stage at Derek and the Dominoes by a hilariously unaware American roadie….