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a little while ago - a couple of years, perhaps - i, look you see, suggested that i was going to stop doing celebratory posts to mark the anniversary of sensational gigs what i had witnessed. this i did partially because i suspected those who know me and read this regular would be bored of it; mostly as it felt that i had said all i could possibly say.

but, now that i think on, to not mention it just doesn't feel like me. whereas i do appreciate the fact that random strangers come along here looking for their own entertainment, ultimately this blog thing is kind of my "online diary" (or dairy, even). to thine own self be true.

so, with that in mind, today, the date this post is published, marks 28 years to the very day that i was blessed and fortunate enough to see Tin Machine perform, live and in concert, at the Newcastle Mayfair.

instead of me waffling on, how about a (reasonably and comparatively) nice bit of video from the actual gig? sure, i have uploaded some of it before, and the whole thing is probably on one of them sites what does video and that, but you are here now.

yes, that is indeed them performing You Can't Talk, a track off the band's second album, the creatively and imaginatively titled Tin Machine II. no particular reason for picking this one, i was just skipping through my DVD of it and thought yes, that looks quite decent and suitable to go here.

indeed i know the quality is not that great. blessed be those of us who remember how difficult bootlegs were, once upon a time. have you seen the size of camcorders that bootleggers had to smuggle in and covertly use at gigs in 1991 and before?

absolutely, is the answer to the two pictures shown thus far. that is indeed David Bowie smoking Malboro at the gig. he smoked quite a lot. on stage, beside Hunt's boss drums, he had a whole carton of ten packs, equating to two hundred cigarettes. my understanding, or impression, was that it was his intention to try and smoke them all before the gig was done. and why not.

for the most part, yes, i was stood hypnotised at the gig, thinking or maybe vocalising "f***ing hell, f*** me, i am very f***ing close to David f***ing Bowie here, the closest i shall ever f***ing get and closer than many millions ever shall". or something along those lines.

of course it is possible to overthink these things. like, for instance, if i speculated that at some stage not long after this gig and at some point recently, in the last week or so, say, someone has lived a life far more interesting and better than mine, and lived it to the end. entirely feasible that such has happened and it probably has, but that is overthinking it.

well, anyway, that's that. as ever i can but hope that this has been of some interest to someone somewhere, maybe either those who were at the gig too, or those who but can wish they had been.



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