Sorry but i have to say something

Started by BoroRedKen, April 28, 2024, 09:57:19 PM

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Ural Quntz

I saw them in Stockton at the Globe in 64 but that was well before lola

so that's just the 60 yeras after it happened

Fucking hell........

 :rudi2:

AtomicDog

Quote from: John Trebor on April 29, 2024, 10:57:39 PM
Quote from: AtomicDog on April 29, 2024, 10:46:26 PM





Redcar Bowl 1994. FFS.
I only ever seem to hear about stuff like that after it's already happened.
Sometimes 30 yrs after it's happened.  :rav:
I know exactly what you mean mate.

Never liked Rock Music, blah, blah.

Then you get to a point, you know a time, when you understand.

I forgot the amount of times I've seen Radiohead, The Prodigy, don't even get me going on the f**king stereophonics!

The last, say 20 years, don't listen, nothing grabs Me, maybe the Libertines were the last.

But it's evolved so much, say in this internet age.

Yes it's good, you don't need a "Plugger" A &  R Mam.

But it's a licence to churn shit out.

The Sex Pistols changed the face of British music, killed Hippy shit stone dead, nobody here had ever done that.
Simon Cowell reversed all that.

But I'm talking about British music, what the kid's like, that's what makes it superb, nothing like it, cos you relate to it.

But as mentioned on here you just can't compere that to Soul music, thier artistic accomplishment, you just can't.

Jameson has been mentioned, Stubblefield, Collins, Stark. The list is endless.

Yet so many died penniless it's so sad David Ruffin being a fine example.

But hey, don't put some white kid on x factor, singing "Let's get it on" Mrs D, being ecstatic, thinking it's mint, cos we'll fall out Lad.

Stick Her in there with Runrig!


But wtf would I know?



Why must I feel like that . . . Why must I chase the 🐈

AtomicDog

Why must I feel like that . . . Why must I chase the 🐈

AtomicDog

Without going all Mooner, I was at this gig.

No shitty ale or canapes, partying with the Lad's, Boro Lad's too

Mr Mick Jones, in his back yard

Why must I feel like that . . . Why must I chase the 🐈