The Music
From the first time I ever heard Take The Long Road And Walk It on the Evening Session and began a journey from shy, retiring, paranoid Raindance to the annoyingly brash, borderline narcissus Raindance that I am today The Music have been my favourite band. This story takes place at a point very early on in that journey.

It was 2002 and I was at the Leeds festival with a few friends. It was the first day and all the talk was about Guns & Roses headlining the mainstage but I was there for a different reason. The Music were headlining the new bands tent at around about the same time, the debut album was two months away from release, they were concidered one of the hottest new bands in Britain and they'd be playing in front of what was basically a home crowd and I had been giddy with anticipation of that moment from the second I first laid eyes on my shiny ticket. I was even wearing my band t-shirt proudly amid crowds of nu-metal meatheads eager to see Puddle of Mudd and Incubus etc.

Firstly however there were a lot of bands to sit through before this climactic set. So I'm standing at the mainstage waiting for (I'm not a fan by the way I was just curious) Slipknot. I really didn't like their music but I thought it might be worth a look because there was a lot of ridiculous hype surrounding them. Nobody in my group felt the same way however and had fucked off to the burger van some time ago.

So there I was waiting for the sickness to go down when I recieved a tap on the shoulder and a Yorkshire accent said 'nice t-shirt'. I through a 'cheers' over my shoulder and went back to facing forwards eager to catch the first glimpse of some masked idiots vomiting all over each other. It took at least five seconds for me to realise what just happened. I looked first down at my chest, yup I'm wearing my The Music t-shirt. Then over my shoulder again but there was noone there. Then over my other shoulder I saw the tall curly haired figure of Adam, The Music's guitarist disappearing off into the crowd. Dispite the overpowering urge to run up to him and tell him how much his spacey riffs had 'changed my life' I decided not to follow him. 'That's definitely the cool thing to do' I thought. But then looking around I realised that because my mates had fucked off to the burger van there was noone to confirm my pathetic story.

So basically, from his point of view the guy was shunned by one of his biggest fans. That's a tough break.

The set was awesome though. Even if I did lose my glasses and have to squint at all the acts on the next two days.

Adam if you ever read this I'm sorry and I loved the new album.
( Raindance Work is inversely proportional to post-count, Fri 17 Apr 2009, 11:07, Reply)