Rising Fever – FIRST CONCERT EVER

In this First Concert Ever segment, the singer-songwriter, Rising Fever, talks about the story of his first experience with live music. You can check out the story, after the break.

I want you to close your eyes- no wait, how would you be able to read this- ok, I want you to imagine that you can close your eyes whilst reading and picturing this. It’s a brisk, cold evening in West Yorkshire, in the Northwest of England. Early 2000’s. A pumped eleven-year-old kid, obsessed with Indie bands (The Libertines and The Cribs at joint favourite) prepares for his first ever gig. As he sleeks his blonde quiff with expert precision over one eye (classy dude), there comes ‘the’ knock on the door. ‘It’s time to go, lad.’ His dad barks giving him a thumbs up regarding his banging hairstyle. (Classy guy)

On the 20-minute drive to St George’s Hall, Bradford’s 3,500 cap theatre, the younger chap questions the older on who this mystery band will be.

Question: ‘Who is it!? Is it The Strokes? The Rakes?’
Answer: ‘You’ll just have to see, mate.’

Question: ‘Have they been on the front of the NME?’
Answer: ‘The what?’

Question: ‘What type of indie are they? Would you say they’re more garage revival or more post brit-pop?’
Answer: ‘I have no idea what you’re on about..’

As they arrive at the venue, the secret is revealed. The dad turns with a smile as the son sees the neon sign in lights. The expectant smile is whipped off his face. ‘Who the bloody hell are WHITESNAKE?.’

Whitesnake are/were a 1980’s glam rock band, and it was the first gig I ever saw. The whole show was ridiculous. Men the wrong side of 50 with nipple-length, blonde perms squeezed into catsuits, innumerable smoke machines and strobe lights, 12-minute-long guitar solos, and dozens of plectrums and drumstick crowd throws. It was weird, I was the youngest person there by 25 years- and I loved it! It didn’t inspire me to join a glam-metal band, but it certainly fuelled a love of live music- no matter the genre. The weirder the better, in my book. Thank you, Whitesnake. ROCK ON.

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