Exclusive to Uncut.co.uk - more gigs - Today: The Stone Roses
In this month’s [b]UNCUT[/b], our writers, friends and favourite musicians reminisce about their favourite gigs.
The October issue, onsale now, features our best 50 – including [b]Jimi[/b], [b]U2[/b], [b]The Band[/b] and [b]Oasis[/b] – with rare photos from the shows too.
Now here’s some more – we’ll publish one everyday this month – including online exclusives on gigs by [b]Stone Roses[/b], [b]Pixies[/b] and the [b]Beach Boys[/b], and [b]Stereophonics’ Kelly Jones[/b] and [b]Babyshambles’ Adam Ficek[/b]’s favourite live memories too.
plus [b]WERE YOU THERE?[/b]
Not even UNCUT’s war-weary gig-hounds have been to every great show in history – but you lot probably have.
Email Allan_Jones@ipcmedia.com, or [b]share your memories[/b] in the comments box below, of the ones we might have missed, and we’ll publish the best in a future issue!
[b]THE STONE ROSES[/b]
Hard to imagine now, with lippy guitar bands cluttering the Top Five, but prior to the arrival of [b]The Stone Roses[/b] in 1989, indie-rock was going through its equivalent of the Dark Ages. Overnight, scratchy guitars, black jeans and a curious provincial fondness for America were out and gobby frontmen, Joe Bloggs clobber and and a love of shaggy, psychedelic pop were in. Not that I had any inkling of this seismic cultural shift as I arrived at Dingwalls one balmy evening in Spring 1989.
If the size of the queue snaking it’s way down Camden High Street was a shock- the result of a tumultuous gig at the [b]ICA[/b] the previous week- the mood was a revelation. Good-natured, colourfully dressed and, judging by the sweet-smoke on the breeze- partial to a puff, this was a new breed of gig-goer, untainted by the post-[b]Smiths[/b] gloom still engulfing the pages of the music press.
I’d known about flare-wearing scallies since hazardous Spurs away trips to Liverpool in ’84, but this was different. Here, possession of a ‘Lazyitus’ t-shirt and a smile really were all you needed to get high. Consequently, when the ‘Sold Out’ signs went up an hour later, no one grumbled or caused a fuss. Instead, in best rave tradition, we congregated by the outside wall nearest the stage, and listened in to a crystal clear recital of that classic, ten song set out in the courtyard: [b]“She Bangs the Drums”, “Standing Here”, “Waterfall”, “Elephant Stone”, “Sally Cinnamon”, “Made Of Stone”, “I Wanna Be Adored”, “Where Angels Play”, “Shoot You Down”, “I Am The Resurrection”[/b].
The nineties had started.