My homie chris went to see Roxy Music the other night and wrote a review for it, and so we've decided to add a new segment called Chris's Corner which will get updated whenever he sees something he likes.
Chris is a highly articulate and intelligent young fellow, so check it out if you're sick of reading my shittt!
- Ben
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Two nights ago I went to see Roxy Music perform to fifteen thousand shuffling baby boomers at the M.E.N arena in Manchester. Despite being born nineteen years after the band first started performing together (and the original members all remain, aside from Eno), not owning any of their albums nor ever having listened to them out of my own free will*, I had a truly great time.
Chris is a highly articulate and intelligent young fellow, so check it out if you're sick of reading my shittt!
- Ben
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Two nights ago I went to see Roxy Music perform to fifteen thousand shuffling baby boomers at the M.E.N arena in Manchester. Despite being born nineteen years after the band first started performing together (and the original members all remain, aside from Eno), not owning any of their albums nor ever having listened to them out of my own free will*, I had a truly great time.
The cynical among you may think I had a great time for any number of the following reasons:
- I went for two pints with a friend when I arrived in Manchester and saw a healthy amount of change from a five pound note (two pints for less than a fiver!!!)
- I then met my parents who took me for a Mexican meal which I didn’t pay a penny for.
- I discovered my parents had paid £65 for their tickets to Roxy Music, whereas I got my ticket for free, was in a private box, with free food and booze (I had 4 San Miguels and saw £5 change from a fiver).
- The look on my fathers face; a Roxy Music fan since 1971, when I revealed this information to him.
- Did I mention that I was in a private box?
- With a free bar?
And the cynical among you would be correct. But I will say this:
The facts listed above can be likened to a lofty, oh so perfect pitch of the ball from the great and omnipotent bowler of time. Sure, any old fool could have knocked that ball for six; my day had already been great. However, Bryan Ferry and the gang smashed it right over the crowd, out of the stadium and into a new dimension of stoke, rad and awesome which had me captivated.
