Saw my first band here and smuggled in a standard-8 camera in my trousers, doing myself untellable damage (ELP); fell asleep to Jethro Tull here; saw Zappa a few times here (O, why do the gooduns die?); Iggy - he became a friend, professionally speaking (what rock music should be and where it should hit you); Bowie here - saw better performance elsewhere, but what the f*** it's Bowie; saw Elton here - well, I know... but the first three albums were great, whatever you say; saw Tom Jones here - filmed his hairy chest a few years after; saw The Cure; saw Roxy Music; the Human League; The Kaiser Chiefs; even performed there myself, when I supported The Furs - and I sang "I want to be a tree" to an astonished audience, with a band I'd met and rehearsed once with the day before (RIP Barney Jeffries), and my Moroccan trews were backlit, and I wore no pants (gawd help me, and them!); saw Kate there last night. Well, I met her once at her house and she gave me balloons for Christmas! True! We could quibble about the set, the performance, the length, but what the hell, it was Kate! A British (whatever that is about to mean!) treasure chose to ressurrect herself and took bold steps in doing so. I say just one word - brava! Brava Kate! Well, strictly speaking that's two--(Thanks to Daren Db for arranging my seats.) P.S. Nearly forgot to say I filmed Uncle Neil Young there and terrified him as I swung a camera at him on the end of a wobbling pole, as he rocked the free world...