Crikey, all my recent posts seem to be purely nostalgia based, this one is no exception.
This week was the 20th anniversary of The Stone Roses at Spike Island.
I remember that day so well and 1990 was the hottest summer I can remember in my adult life. The gig was May 27th and it seemed already as if summer had been going on for months. This day was again a scorcher, which was just as well as the event itself was rubbish. We managed to be the first people to buy a beer when the tent opened and couldn’t be bothered to queue for hours for another one afterwards. So we spent most of the day laying on the grass soaking up the sun. Living in Kent at the time we had to get a coach from Maidstone at about 7am and arrived at Spike Island just after lunch.
All the way up on the motorway was a sea of people hitch-hiking in Reni hats and Stone Roses t-shirts. It was actually quite exciting until we got there and realised we now had to wait about 8 hours before the band came on with nothing to do. Read more »