That was simply one hell of an amazing gig.
It'd been over ten years since I'd seen them last (the older you get the more life can get in the way) and so I'd dragged my vintage top out of it's safe hiding place in the loft (I'd had it since I was 14 - back in '94) and got my butt down to the Astoria to see them.
Well, I started of the gig like a sensible late-20s person, stood nearish to the back but with a good enough view to enjoy the evening. Damone were really good and they reminded me of the old 70s American rock stuff that I like so I will be checking them out. Wolfsbane were brilliant but, once I'd realised exactly where Jack Black has nicked his personality from (especially for the film School Of Rock and the whole Tenacious D thing...I do hope Blaze is getting royalties for it...) I couldn't help but laugh a lot but musically it was great and, if I can get over the Jack Black thing, then I'd definately catch them if they decide to play again.
Then came The Wildhearts. It was my Dad's fault that I like this band. He was the one who brought home 'Earth Vs...' The first week it came out having read a favourable review (yes folks...he'd never even heard any songs) and we as a family fell in love with them instantly. I got to see them several times in my mid-teens but then getting a day job and a boyfriend who liked to go on holiday meant that I kept on missing them whenever they played in London beyond '97 (though I did see Ginger's solo shows a couple of times) so I was thrilled to be finally seeing them again.
The set was just awesome. I'd taken a friend with me who'd never even heard thm before and she was blown away and couldn't understand how she'd missed them all these years. Hearing old songs live for the first time in so long was great and the new ones (plus stuff from Endless, Nameless) which I heard live for the first time were just as magic. Nothing sounded in any way dated....it all sounds as fresh and new as it did first time round.
The euphoria of the whole thing really got to me. I started the gig, as I said, stood at the back in an appreciative manner. However, as The Wildhearts set progressed my inner 16-year-old started to creep out of the woodwork and, by the time the gig finished, I'd bounded my way to the second row right in front of Ginger. Hot, sweaty, squished and highly un-attractive for a young lady really but it was worth it. The last time I'd seen them was at the Astoria and I'd been right in the same place pretty much so there was a real sense of dejavu....but it was worth it. Bumped into a couple of guys I know after the gig and we all agreed we'd happily stay there and do it all over again...all the same songs, same banter, the lot as we'd not be bored even though we'd only just seen it.
I really hope to do it all again soon cos I don't think I've been that happy and full of joy for years. The Wildhearts are good for the soul I swear
