Joe Elephant and I went to see the American Rock band Train yesterday at Manchester Apollo. I was going to write a review of their show, but then I remembered that I hadn’t written my review of the last Liquorice Allstars gig. And quite frankly, we need the publicity way more than they do.
So, Liquorice Allstars at Heswall Squash Racquets Club… changing the subject back to the Apollo for the moment, it was at this very venue, just over 31 years ago, that I went to my very first gig (Saturday 29 May 1982, to be exact). It was legendary American singer, songwriter, guitarist and producer Todd Rundgren (okay, I can imagine most of my regular readers don’t know him from Adam (Levine, the lead singer with Maroon 5), but without this man, the world might never have heard Meat Loaf’s Bat out of Hell – go Google it). It was a solo tour, just one man and his acoustic guitar (oh, and his electric guitar every now and then. Plus an occasional piano when the need arose. And he may have used a drum machine on one track).
I don’t remember the gig as vividly as I remember me and my pals getting jumped by a gang of thugs as we waited for my dad to come and pick us up. I suppose that’s because Todd just sang and played his acoustic guitar, whereas these guys punched us in our faces and chased us round Birkenhead. Similarly, in years to come I probably won’t remember much about this Train gig, but I’ll still remember being assaulted outside that phonebox in Argyle Street when I was just a fresh-faced teen.
Now, maybe if Train frontman Pat Monahan had leapt off the stage and kneed me in the nuts…