Bill Linnane gets tickets to his dream gig, but then has to watch that dream die
When my wife and I started dating, I decided to introduce her to what I called ‘real music’. You know, angry blokes with loud guitars, or atonal bleeping and blooping by some guy in a mask.
This, to me, was culture, and despite her well established love of R&B and pop music, I decided to show her the path to musical enlightenment by dragging her along to many concerts in which she had no interest.