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  1. Have we become so old and decrepit, Big Rab, that we are the only ones that remember what once seemed like the centre of the Universe in what we didn’t know was our rite of passage, alongside, of course, Listen Records [Shop] (“cheap’n’nasty”). My first experience was Jethro Tull in ’74 – I’m pretty sure with you and RM and maybe JR – with Suzi Quatro’s sister’s band, Fanny, in support. We would have been c.14; what an experience. I also remember an amazing Supertramp gig in ’75 with, I think, the then unknown Joan Armatrading in support. How could my parents have thought it was safe for me to be there? How on earth did we get the tickets in the pre-internet age?

    The bummer was always having to leave early to catch the last train back to Helensburgh. What we used to call concerts in these days never started on time, presumably because of a mixture of technical problems with analog equipment, and the health at that moment in time of the performers. When I began to search out live music again many years later, I got caught out with how prompt they often start. I almost completely missed a New Order gig in the SEC in ’88 or ’89, not realising they were famous for starting on time, playing for a very short time and effing off without an encore.

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