I was a whinger, a cynic, a misanthrope. Then I saw Harry Styles live – and I will never be the same again
I knew my 11-year-old son would love an evening at Wembley with his favourite star. But nothing prepared me for what it would mean to
I knew my 11-year-old son would love an evening at Wembley with his favourite star. But nothing prepared me for what it would mean to me The answers to some little questions are hugely revealing. We pass it off as small talk, but asking about somebody’s first anything often reveals all you need to know about who they are today and why.
If only I’d understood the implications of buying Wig Wam Bam by Black Lace as my debut music purchase – had known it would shape so many future interactions and realised how ridiculous you feel simply saying those words, even to those too young or cool to be familiar with the full sonic horror.
So, to halt generational trauma, when the opportunity came to supply my son with the dream reply to “What was your first concert?” I took
him to Harry Styles at Wembley during a thermometer-shattering heatwave. Continue reading...
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