My desire to be a music journalist is nothing new. Once upon a time, aged 13-17, I kept a scrapbook of concerts that I attended. However, not realizing just how many I would end up going to, it wasn’t updated very often. Still, it is a documentation of how my relationship with live music began. In this series, I will brush off the dust and transcribe these old diary entries (with emphasis on ‘diary’ as they aren’t reviews) in all their flawed glory.
I’m not proud of some of these, or what I write about (crowd surfing and being dropped on your head in retrospect is annoying, and nothing to be proud of). Maybe it’s not the greatest idea to post these in the middle of a portfolio of serious work, but I was growing up. You can forgive me can’t you?
I posted some of the earlier entries, dating back to 2004 and 2005 (starring Wednesday 13, CKY and HIM), and thought I would dig the tome up again, since my blog is no longer being marked by uni lecturers.
I’m including both of the Muse 2006 entries here, as they are shorter than the other entries. Having been a fan of Muse since hearing my friend’s copy of Origin of Symmetry in 2002, I was ecstatic when I got this ticket. I haven’t been more excited for a concert since, and to get a ticket at last minute for another concert for an absolute dream. I wasn’t disappointed.
MUSE (Birmingham NEC, 14/11/2006)
The biggest band I have seen to date were easily the best yet. This was also the furthest that I had gone for a gig. At my Dad’s insistence, I bought tickets for Muse’s Birmingham NEC gig instead, preferring a clear and longer trip to a confusing and congested one to London Wembley Arena. I went with three other people: Dad, college friend Kelly and Joe ‘The Smile’ Packham. It was also rather expensive. (1). I paid for my Dad’s ticket as well. He didn’t really want to be there, so I couldn’t let him pay.
The support? Oh dear… The Noisettes. What was so bad about them? My ears were destroyed by singer Shingai Shoniwa’s shrill screams (try saying that quickly), and my ribcage was almost shattered by just how loud the bass was. Every use of the bass drum, felt like being punched.
So, onto Muse! I was blown away, though not quite as physically as by the support. Whether it was how good the show was, or just that I was star stricken. Probably a bit of both. I was finally seeing my favourite band live. It was an unusual setlist as ‘Plug In Baby’, a song usually saved for the end of the show was only sixth. Extended versions of ‘Bliss’ and ‘Assassin’ (referred to as the Grand Omega Bosses Edit), and no ‘Feeling Good’ made this an interesting and a dream set for some, myself included.
They had an interesting stage with a capsule covered in a screen that contained drummer Dom Howard. Pretty stuff.
Notably, I had a minor epileptic seizure during they performance of ‘Forced In’ (2), probably the last song you want on while feeling nauseous. The track is the very sound of nausea. I’m tempted to write a horrifying pun about their performance blowing my brains away. I’ll resist.
Here I met a girl named Hollie, with whom I held hands until the end so we could exchange contacts. Joe spotted us, and suspected lovey-dovey-ness, and sent a teasing text message along the lines of ‘got a girlfriend then mate?’. (3)
MUSE (Wembley Arena, 22/11/2006)
Just a week after seeing them in Birmingham, my friend Toby who had a spare ticket for their second Wembley Arena show, invited me. I was seated this time, near the front of the circle. Due to the spectacular light show that assisted Muse, I wasn’t particularly disappointed. In fact, I was half pleased as the uniqueness of tonight’s show meant this was one to sit back and witness, and not be pushed and shoved around.
The set tonight was particularly interesting considering that they performed their most recent album at the moment, Black Holes and Revelations in its entirety. Of course, it was monumental and something fantastic to experience, being the ungrateful twit I am, I was a little underwhelmed. I don’t like knowing which song is coming next. I like to be surprised. By the third or fourth song, it was obvious what was going on. Had it been an earlier album, like Origin of Symmetry (4), I would have been ecstatic. Here, not so much. However, this show is the most recent performance of ‘Exo-Politics’. As an album track, it would be a safe assumption that it will be its last ever performance. (5)
Still the quality of the performance was terrific, and they were just as energetic as before. I may not have been as excited before the show as I was with Birmingham, but I was no less impressed.
Notably, the setlist states that the main set ended at ‘Knights of Cydonia’, giving this show the longest encore I have ever seen. Eight songs, and almost a third of the show’s length. (6) It’s peculiarly chronological, opening with Showbiz’s opener Sunburn, before moving onto OoS’s tracks and closing with Absolution tracks.
(1) Both humourous and depressing to read now, as the tickets cost only £27.50
(2) Much to the surprise of my family, this is the only concert that this has happened at.
(3) Almost eight years on, she is still a Facebook friend!
(4) They would finally do this in 2011. For this I was more grateful. See, I’m not that miserable. Usually.
(5) As of 2014, this was indeed its final performance.
(6) Not particularly monstrous, but this record by number of songs, currently survives.