For you, my dear readers, I go above and beyond the call of duty. With that in mind, I went to my first1 gig this week.
First off, I was not as uncomfortable with this new thing as I thought I would be. Makes me think I should try more of this.
The gig took place in a darkened social club and featured the cream of Slough’s local bands2. While I didn’t entirely agree with what they chose to play, I appreciate that the gig wasn’t thrown for my benefit3, and I’ll go as far as to say that the music wasn’t the din that I expected it to be. It was almost agreeable. And I did receive a pleasant surprise when the DJ put on Joy Division’s Love Will Tear Us Apart.
The evening was accompanied by the usual bout of up-chucking among drunkards (one of whom is my friend who won’t kill me for mentioning her in here, God willing) and loud music, as can be expected at a gig. There was fighting on the dance floor and crazy sons of bitches running around like kids who haven’t taken their Ritalin.
I believe that gigs are things better done with a group of friends by your side, just like clubbing, socialising and dogging.
The bands ranged from good to bad, one of which possessed a lead singer who looked like Rik Mayall4. I ended up missing the band that I was dragged there to see, due to being square enough to have a temporary curfew imposed for that night (parents had to get up in the morning).
In conclusion, I had a good time. There were good people, good food and relatively okay music. I won’t say good drinks, because I don’t drink alcoholic drinks and the only drink I had was a pathetically small Coca Cola for £1.10. Everything you want from a good gig, really.
1 Well, second, but we’re not counting Busted here.
2 I have absolutely no frame of reference for this.
3 Unlike Live Aid.
4 That’ll tell Thatcher!