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 GrandPrix1997 Very funny comedian, one of my favorites. Don Rickles Mar 22, 2023
 GrandPrix1997 The both of them were hilarious, especially when they did the dentist routine with the Novacaine. Conway and Korman Mar 22, 2023
 bomba503 Went with my dad Jose Feliciano / New Christy Minstrels Mar 22, 2023
 Maverick9614 This was the 3 Pianos Tour and also the Debut of Zac Clark's Holy Sh!t album and book. Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness / Annika Bennett / Zac Clark Mar 21, 2023
 Maverick9614 Eve 6 was snowed in and didn't show. Papa Roach / Greenday / Moby / Fuel / Orgy / Eve 6 Mar 21, 2023
 David Snyder Blind Melon said they would get back to playing after sampling some of the local red hair and Lenny got hit with a shoe and it made him screw up. He stopped and said I will play anything you want just dont hit mw with a shoe Lenny Kravitz / Blind Melon Mar 21, 2023
 David Snyder They did a show in Orlando at the Edge I dont know why I said Atlanta............ Lenny Kravitz / Blind Melon Mar 21, 2023
 David Snyder They did a show in Atlanta at the Edge nightclub and I cant find a record of that anywhere. It was right around this time. Lenny Kravitz / Blind Melon Mar 21, 2023
 Ian Hepplewhite Steve Winwood appeared at the Liverpool Royal Court Theatre on 11th July 2004, which I don’t think is shown in these archives. I was at the concert and have just located the detail on line. I also saw him at a theatre in Oxford during the 1980s, but I’ll have to see if I can find any details. I first saw him in Traffic at Teespop on 31st August 1968 when I was 15. The poster for this event is available on line. Steve Winwood Mar 20, 2023
 Roney What a great show... It was a perfect experience! Coldplay / CHVRCHES / Elana Dara Mar 20, 2023
 leah lambert JUST LOLED The Wiggles Mar 20, 2023
 leah lambert when did u go to this Shaky Knees 2023 (Day 3 of 3) Mar 20, 2023
 mckendrick The last show I went to before I was too ill to attend any more. Tedeschi Trucks Band/Mavis Staples Mar 20, 2023
 mckendrick On 12th Feb 1977 Lynryd Skynrd played at The Refectory in Leeds - not Blackpool. They did not play in Blackpool at all in 1977. On 13th February 1977 they played Lancaster University, Lancaster - not The Refectory, Leeds. Hope this info is of use. Lynyrd Skynyrd Mar 20, 2023
 willski Amazing ❤❤❤❤❤ I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME / Will Joseph Cook / Dea Matrona Mar 20, 2023
 quintenquist *where AFI / The Explosion / Dispute Mar 20, 2023
 quintenquist I think this was the concert we're the whole band wore white tuxedos. AFI / The Explosion / Dispute Mar 20, 2023
 Andy J Ryan Because of Ghosts, Aleks & the Ramps, The Kirk October 21, 2006 Breaking the reverend silence that this unique venue inspires, five basketball-singlet and brief shorts clad people aligned themselves in an orderly queue at a 45 degree angle to the stage. It would be a peculiar sight at the best of times, but when the crowd were seated in hushed silence on the floor and pews of a restored church building, it was an un-ignorable sight. A cheesy programmed theme song saw the five lurch into action and careen into their own random trajectories across the floor like some overly fleshy multi-ball jackpot. As the members bounded to their positions on stage the energy barely subsided, with the instruments just restricting one or more extremities from continuing the cavalcading movement. The Aleks in question leads the band with just voice and banjo. If that description evokes a vision of Kermit the frog singing his tales plaintively in the swamp, then the Ramps could easily pass muster as the erratically animated Muppet backing band – The Electric Mayhem. The drummer - a vision of ‘Animal’ - but in footy shorts. In what can vaguely be described as an absurd vaudeville romp, the band clapped, wailed, jigged, sang, cheered and shrieked their way through. The music often gave way to interpretive dance, or the untamed movement of bodies and voices. Harmonies or handclaps were proffered at any time a mouth or hand was close to, or pointed in the general direction of an open microphone. I cannot even get close to doing justice to the live experience that is Aleks & the Ramps, I can only intone with the strongest possible emphasis that you simply must see this band. Because of Ghosts are an endlessly talented, innovative band, and one of the few that could’ve followed in the footsteps of the opening act. It was again an inspired choice of venue (the Kirk being a restored former church, pews, stained glass and high ceilings intact) having played here on their previous visit and tonight launching their new album The Tomorrow We Were Promised Yesterday. Within the hushed confines and cavernous ceilings of the Kirk, the band’s music is allowed to expand and fill out the space. The three brothers in the band, on guitar, bass and drums create expansive mood filled pieces. Tonight the band made the brazen step of playing their new album all the way through. Despite some unfamiliarity, the crowd were willingly and attentively lulled and lurched through the many tones of the album. Both the ingrained awareness of their surroundings and the intensity of the music saw barely a whisper uttered from the crowd. The songs at times seem perilously fragile, just a missed strum away from crashing abruptly. But the playing is almost virtuosic, the band far too intuitive for even a single wasted note. Looped xylophone melodies mischievously skirted through a number of songs such as the wistful Fall Short of Certainty. Guest singers were ushered from the crowd for a Capella vocal duties on Bright Things Come to Confusion and after playing the album through we were treated to some older numbers. After finishing with a humbly refreshing “we don’t really do encores, this really is our last song” the congregation left the church, some born again, and seeing the (musical) light but mostly having their faith reassured giving thanks with utterances of ‘gig of the year’. Because Of Ghosts / Aleks & the Ramps Mar 20, 2023
 Andy J Ryan Gersey - @Newtown, October 6 2006 Kicking off the night was The Instant, a particularly proficient band. Their music is somewhat like Mogwai, but without the sparseness and undulations; it just goes at a fair ol' clip, making a consistent racket along the way. Old Man River and his band tend to lock together into certain grooves which their songs either have to loosen themselves out of, or more successfully, just flow freely above. When the band followed the old advice to keep it simple (stupid!), their songs and lyrics were at their most effective, such as the tracks La and the sprightly little gem Sunshine. The band performed without their occasional guest - a monkey-suited tambourinist/dancer/troublemaker - but did attempt to invoke a critter chorus by inviting animal noises from the crowd. The seated audience were each asked to make any animal noise on cue, as if to recreate a zoo, but the band may have received a better response from a packet of animal crackers than they did from the largely uncooperative, disengaged crowd. Gersey's arrival on the stage got the crowd to their feet and saw the front-of-stage void filled with bodies. The band is touring for the release of their latest album No Satellites, which had a somewhat difficult delivery in the almost four years since its predecessor. The band has evolved over the years into a bona-fide "guitar band", as seen in the evening's opening track I'm Still Here, which echoes My Bloody Valentine. It is a potent alert that Gersey is back and sums up the journey taken by the band to get here. The two guitars weave through the slow-burning Fire; conscientiously layer steady foundations for more earnest numbers such as Fourteen Shades, Sinners in White and Roll Out the Heartbreakers; and fizz and ring through the pop bursts of No Love and Gracie. In fact, Gersey could quite readily get away with just their instrumental output alone, such is their effective interaction of instruments. The songs are weightier, given depth by each member of the band. Guitars, drums and keys compete robustly, but with an overall timely feeling; there's no sound that has to be reined in. Songwriter Craig Jackson has also fine-tuned his lyrics, giving them a potency that was previously lacking. Feeling and passion in the songwriting replaces a previous reliance on the rhyming dictionary. In what is surely the best reflection of the standing this band holds to some (if not all) in attendance), a wedding proposal was made and accepted during the set. There was even a dance-off, with the prize being one of the band's T-shirts. So came Searchlights, the last track on of the album and of the set, and off strode the new and improved Gersey. It was such a grand launch that I wouldn't have been surprised if the Queen had emerged to break a champagne bottle on the side of the stage, bidding the album a safe journey. There are few bands who could hold the attention throughout a set of entirely new material. As a final gesture the crowd were rewarded with a stirring encore of Crashing, Baby, You're a Strange Girl and Look to the Sun to remind us all what a jolly good band Gersey already were and what a great band they have become. Gersey / Old Man River / The Instant Mar 20, 2023
 Andy J Ryan Al Duvall & Singing Sadie - The Barber Shop, October 6 2006 Al Duvall tours Australia for the first time, teaming up with local show stopper Singing Sadie for the Fatal Shore Follies tour. If his bio is to be believed, Al Duvall took up the banjo aged 114, and the kazoo aged 118. Seeing him here before me in the cramped quirky surrounds of The Barber Shop, I pondered that he really knows how to take care of himself. He barely looked a day over 40. Even the alleged 68 years Duvall spent working in a sausage factory wouldn't have prepared him for the backdrop he would be performing in front of: a large poster prominently featuring naked men in various poses. His first uneasy words were, "hmm, there sure is a lot of gay porn in here". The show really felt like more of a house party, with a hardy and friendly group perched on makeshift chairs amid obscure videos, magazines, records and old-time barbers chairs - one of which seated Duvall and his banjo. He looked distinguished in suit and suspenders, and after a courteous greeting he picked his way through his jaunty tales. Duvall's music comes from a simpler era of gramaphones and 78s - he even has a song titled 'Poppycock and Tommyrot'. Sparse accompaniment allows the lyrics to shine through; he comes across part vaudevillian, part shady car salesmen and part frustrated poet. His words offer more cheek than the Golden G-String Awards - "sober as a judge of a midget-tossing test" was one of his many metaphors that would've made Benny Hill blush. Flourishes of kazoo gave some songs a touch of absurdity, but mostly adding colour to an already rallying ditty. After the first lot of songs, Singing Sadie was invited to the stage (from where she was precariously wedged between a stack of Jugs and Guns and Bear magazines). Looking like an overly animated Raggedy Ann doll, Sadie also drew from the well of bygone musical days. Her backing sounds were played through the only concession to the 21st century in the room - the ubiquitous iPod. Sadie is a performer who would be most at home in front of a well-dressed audience seated in a grand theatre, where the curtain draws back to reveal a more worldly, mature and hyperactive version of Shirley Temple. With hand-bells a-jingling and tap shoes a-tapping, Sadie coquettishly moved about the available space, wide-eyed and gleeful, even if her voice set one of the neighbourhood dogs off. The pair combined for a jaunty duet of 'Puttin' on the Ritz', Duvall bringing a heightened sense of occasion to the second phase of the evening with a clip-on bow tie. Tales of gin drinkin', bar dwellin', good times, bad times, better times and devilish women were all sung with a nod and a wink. Duvall played until he had no more songs, and then some. A hat was passed round at the end to collect alms for this refreshingly talented gent. The music had taken us back to a much less complicated time, and I headed home longing for a plate of bread and dripping and an evening in front of the wireless. Al Duvall / Singing Sadie Mar 20, 2023