CALL it a mid-life crisis if you like, although the “mid” bit might be pushing it, but recently I have rediscovered my love of gigging, thanks to Pet Shop Boys.
Having eschewed live gigs for decades, okay there were the odd exceptions – Duran Duran, Simple Minds, Metaltech, Nana Mouskouri – I caught the bug again last year after a trip to Manchester to see the pop synth duo.
I caught them again at Hogmanay in Princes Street Gardens... in a ballroom in Blackpool... at the Sage Gateshead... and finally, at the SECC the other week.
With one of the best light shows – you can’t beat an array of lasers – around, spot on sound and audiences that were, on the whole, up for it, the Boys Electric tour lived up to its name.
That said, going to see a band you started listening to as a teenager can have traumatic moments – mainly when the realisation hits you, as you look around at all the “old” people dancing away beside you, that you are one of them. Still 22 in my head I guess.
But then Neil Tennant himself is now 60 years young – you’d never guess – and Chris, still hidden behind his outrageous hats and dark glasses, is 54.
Later this month I’m off to see another 50-something whose stage presence belies her years, Toyah Willcox, after that it’s the new guard that has attracted my attention, Lady Gaga.
Again, both are in Glasgow, the only down side. Surely the Playhouse with its 3000 seats is as good a match as any for the Armadillo.
It’s the travelling that kills me these days.
Nevertheless, given the right beat, I guess you’re never too young to party, as long as you remember the golden rule, never sit through a concert... unless of course it’s Nana Mouskouri.