There are a few ‘firsts’ in life you always remember, they’re documented and revised over years in conversations with various friends and relatives. Your first day of school, first single, first kiss, first love, first car, all things which come with a story, tale or anecdote to be shared with others at some point on the road of life. Today I asked the girls to share the story of their first gig!
While deciding on this theme I went on a lovely trip down memory lane. I remember the current re: ex boyfriend drama, sneaking away from college, almost missing the bus, just catching the train, the lights, the noise, the sounds…I was sat quite happily getting lost in the memory of 17 year old me at a Red Hot Chilli Peppers concert then I got this text….
Your first gig? You mean the one you went to with Nan and Grandad in Norwich? Gerry and the Pacemakers wasnt it?
Parents. Bursting lifes bubbles since (in my case) 1987!
For those of you unfamiliar with Gerry and the Pacemakers, this is them…
So, apparently my first gig wasn’t quite as rock and roll as I thought. Nope, my first ever concert, aged 6 (or there abouts), was Gerry and the Pacemakers and Helen Shapiro, in Norwich, with my grandparents. That ladies and gents is the purest definition of cool you’re ever going to get. Trouble is I can’t remember much of it at all. I know we were sat in the stalls, quite near the front and have a really strong memory of Shapiro struting across the stage singing Walking Back to Happiness. That’s about it!!