Check the front of each of them in WHSmith to see who’s in it this week and make your purchase accordingly – unless you were feeling flush, in which case buy both.
This was one of the Frisbees thrown to the audience by Paul and Linda McCartney during a Wings Concert in 1973. It was caught by BBC Radio Leicester listener Trevor Mee who was at the Wings concert at the old Odeon – now Athena – on Queens St. in Leicester in 1973.
This is the original Acetate for what is with out doubt the first British rock and roll record.
Cliff Richard and the Drifters Move It, it plays at 78 RPM.
This is part of a huge collection of early Cliff and the shads items I have.
I also play drums in a local Shadows band.
I loved my albums and played them regularly throughout the 60s, 70s, 80s and 90s. Now I no longer have a record deck so, sadly, they are stored in a big box under the desk in the study. Many treasures and memories languish here. I would never part with them!
This vinyl demo disc belongs to my dad, Dave Johnson, who was in a band called Silverheels with Mark Knopfler in Leeds in 1969-70. My dad played bass guitar. The band recorded one of Knopfler’s own songs “Summer’s Coming My Way” whilst Mark was still a journalist at the Yorkshire Evening Post.
Knopfler later moved to London in order to progress in the music industry but my dad stayed put in Leeds and married my mum.
A ticket from a Status Quo concert at Whitley Bay Ice Rink on December 11th, 1986.
This poster is from 1970 as you can see by the ticket prices, pre decimal. It’s an original as I took it off the Town Hall wall after the concert, I asked one of the ushers what happens to the posters and he told me they usually get thrown away and told me to help myself. It’s approx 500mm wide x 750mm high, I believe its possibly the only one left in existence although not in great shape.
What a line-up – and all for a quid!!!! I was only 16 when my granddad took me in his battered old Morris Minor the 20 miles to Spalding in Lincolnshire to see Hendrix and Co. The most striking memory of the whole gig was how hot it was in the marquee. It was packed to the rafters and certainly wouldn’t be allowed these days, you simply couldn’t move but to see all of those acts under one roof was an unforgettable experience. I hitched home afterwards but don’t remember much about it.
Mick Rouse, now aged 64, and still going to gigs with my music mad sons.
This was my first-ever live concert at the tender age of just 14 and looking back, I’m surprised that my parents let me go to such a big event at such a young age. I do remember that my Mum wouldn’t allow me to wear jeans and insisted on ironing a pair of navy school trousers so that I looked ‘half-decent’! I managed to salvage some dignity by wearing a T-shirt with a denim waistcoat, but it was a blazing hot summers day during the heat wave of 1976 and of course, what I didn’t think about was how cold it would get once the sun went down.
As soon as we arrived at the arena – I went with my best friends Mick and Colin Woodland – I remember thinking that I’d never seen so much denim in one place at the same time. We picked our spot in the middle of the crowd and settled-in for a long day. The line-up was pretty good, especially considering it was my first gig, with Todd Rundgren, Lynryd Skynrd and 10CC amongst the supporting acts. Almost everything seemed to overrun, with each successive act coming on stage later and later. The Stones were originally scheduled to hit the stage at 7:15 p.m. but as far as I can recall, they finally came-on at about 10 p.m. It might even have been later!
My Mum sewed the ‘Stoned at Knebworth’ patch onto the back of my denim jacket the next day and I proudly wore it wherever I went for many years afterwards. The sun-visor seems a bit of a novelty these days – I’m not sure I’ve seen another like it since.
We festival-goers were unaware of being a small part of history in the making. Like all festival-goers then, we wore the scruffy uniform; torn loons (strange bell-bottomed canvas trousers), an army surplus rucksack with steel struts that perforated the shoulders and a pair of plimsolls (the low-tech forerunners of trainers). Clutching our kit, we trudged through a vast field to find the best spot to set up camp. Nowadays you have to micromanage your festival; being at right stage for the right band is hard work. In 1970 there was only one stage. You took up position on a square foot of grass, rolled a joint and barely moved for three days.