I’ve just rediscovered the Lies Damned Lies album ‘lamentations’ from 1996. I got it on special offer from Sticky Music’s website (http://www.stickymusic.co.uk/). It was seeing Steve Butler at a conference from Monday to Wednesday that prompted me to give it a spin again. Good stuff: reflective, prayerful and beautiful.
Just when I had given up of ever seeing my customized guitar picks from www.guitarpicksuk.com arrive they dropped through my letterbox this morning. They are printed with the simple message: Join Me. Of course!
My brother, Eddie, has asked me to play guitar (Burns Brian May, of course!) in the Powerpoint band once a month. Powerpoint is a Christian youth event held at St Thomas’s Episcopal Church on Glasgow Road here in Edinburgh; I think it is overseen by Youth For Christ (YFC) – at least, it used to be. I played my first ‘gig’ with the band this month.
The SECC is easier to get to than I feared, despite the freezing fog, my blocked windscreen washer jets and as a result a dangerously dirty windscreen. I arrived just in time for the support, Funeral For A Friend, to ring out their few final chords, thank the crowd and exit stage left. Half-an-hour later Maiden stormed the stage, which looked something like a castle, guarded left and right by Grim Reaper-like figures. The Dance of Death entourage was in town.
Maiden played an amazing set that lasted two hours, covering tracks from most, if not all, of the their 13 studio albums. Highlights for me included Paschendale (when the speakers blew and we were plunged into silence, apart from the enormous cheer from the crowd!), Can I Play With Madness, Dance of Death, Journeyman (an acoustic encore), and of course Iron Maiden and Run To The Hills.
Surprisingly, when I emerged into the chilly Glasgow evening outside my ears weren’t ringing as much as I had expected. (I didn’t wear ear plugs to this gig as they muffled the sound far more than in a smaller venue.) Enormous thanks for an incredible evening to Messrs Harris, Murray, Smith, Dickenson, McBrain and Gers.
That’s another legendary band I’ve wanted to see live under the belt. Who’ll be next? Voivod? Celtic Frost? Prong?
Barrowlands, Glasgow, March 2003
The Garage, Glasgow, 1 July 2003
I saw Anthrax twice this year. The first gig was meant to be at The Garage, in Glasgow, but was moved to The Barrowlands; the second was supposed to be at The Barrowlands, but was moved to The Garage, which had me driving around Glasgow’s maze of one-way streets in frustration.
Both gigs rocked. Of course! Twenty years down the line and Anthrax are an amazingly tight unit. Dressed in matching tour shirts, with the Anthrax ‘A’ logo on the front, and their name and team number, representing the number of years they’ve been in the band, on the back. Charlie Benante sat at the back behind the drums pounding as though his life depended on it (which I suppose it does!), new-boy guitarist Rob Caggiano was well received and astounded us with his licks, Frank Bello gurned and leapt around the stage like a maniac, while stalwart Scott NOT Ian stood resolutely still, a face with attitude, a thrash god (that was until the encores when he lightened up and had some fun, sometimes at John Bush’s expense!). And John Bush, vocalist extrordinaire – oh! to have a voice that sounds like you munch gravel for breakfast! The Garage gig concluded with Bush leaping off the speakers (a mean feat given the low ceiling) into the crowd, and a rendition of I Am The Law, a song they omitted during their March visit.
There is no crowd like a Glasgow metal concert crowd. They rule!