Athol Brose
Apr-14-07, 7:11 PM
When I was a good bit younger my older brother Colin let me hear the 7 inch vinyl version of sugar hiccup and I have loved the Cocteau's since then. I bought Head Over Heels and then went back and bought Garlands. Everything that came out I bought and I saw them live about 3 times at the Barrowlands in Glasgow.
Now my older brother was a punk during the late 70's and obviously heavily influenced my musical taste (first single bought as a 10 year old was Get A Grip(on yourself/London Lady by The Stranglers) like myself stayed a fan. When Heaven or Las Vegas came out my older brother Brian knew we were going to see them at the Barrowlands and asked if it was possible for him to go. To say we were shocked was an under statement, Brian loved ELO, John Denver, Elton John and stuff similar to that. Obviously the shimmering musical genius of Robin and Simon and the angelic voice of Liz had worked wonders.
We told him we would try and get a ticket outside the gig but before that he couldnt go dressed the way he was. We then proceeded to go through some horrible working class glaswegian male reversal of pretty women were we were trying to get him looking half fashionable while me and my brother Colin are amazed and also laughing hysterically, and even more amazing was my brother Brian took it and never told us to go and fcuk ourselves!!!
Anyhoo we go to the concert, three brothers and two tickets and pop into the local bar "Bairds". Now this bar is a well known hang out place for Celtic football fans and Irish republicans, and to our stunned amazement they are playing Heaven or Las Vegas as we walk in. Even more surprising is that the place is full of your older stereotypical image of a working class drunken old scotsmen and they also havent noticed that three of the biggest "bluenoses/Rangers fans" are sitting in amongst them.
Anyway Brain goes out to see if he can obtain a ticket and 10 minutes later comes in with a cheesy grin on his face.
We go to the gig and Liz is in fine form beating her chest with a passion and we stand there stunned looking at my older brothers face, as every couple of minutes he says this is fuc.king amazing.
The beauty of the event is some what tarnished as someone yells "LIZ show us yer tits!!!"
Poor Liz is mortified and turns away, back to the crowd, with sheer embarrassment, although I have to rather shame faced admit I wish she had!!!!!!:D
After the gig we go home and my brother Brian is talking non stop in an old dad sort of way about how great it was, however that was the last time he flirted with good musical taste!!
One of my fondest memories that night and another reason for loving the Cocteau Twins.
Now my older brother was a punk during the late 70's and obviously heavily influenced my musical taste (first single bought as a 10 year old was Get A Grip(on yourself/London Lady by The Stranglers) like myself stayed a fan. When Heaven or Las Vegas came out my older brother Brian knew we were going to see them at the Barrowlands and asked if it was possible for him to go. To say we were shocked was an under statement, Brian loved ELO, John Denver, Elton John and stuff similar to that. Obviously the shimmering musical genius of Robin and Simon and the angelic voice of Liz had worked wonders.
We told him we would try and get a ticket outside the gig but before that he couldnt go dressed the way he was. We then proceeded to go through some horrible working class glaswegian male reversal of pretty women were we were trying to get him looking half fashionable while me and my brother Colin are amazed and also laughing hysterically, and even more amazing was my brother Brian took it and never told us to go and fcuk ourselves!!!
Anyhoo we go to the concert, three brothers and two tickets and pop into the local bar "Bairds". Now this bar is a well known hang out place for Celtic football fans and Irish republicans, and to our stunned amazement they are playing Heaven or Las Vegas as we walk in. Even more surprising is that the place is full of your older stereotypical image of a working class drunken old scotsmen and they also havent noticed that three of the biggest "bluenoses/Rangers fans" are sitting in amongst them.
Anyway Brain goes out to see if he can obtain a ticket and 10 minutes later comes in with a cheesy grin on his face.
We go to the gig and Liz is in fine form beating her chest with a passion and we stand there stunned looking at my older brothers face, as every couple of minutes he says this is fuc.king amazing.
The beauty of the event is some what tarnished as someone yells "LIZ show us yer tits!!!"
Poor Liz is mortified and turns away, back to the crowd, with sheer embarrassment, although I have to rather shame faced admit I wish she had!!!!!!:D
After the gig we go home and my brother Brian is talking non stop in an old dad sort of way about how great it was, however that was the last time he flirted with good musical taste!!
One of my fondest memories that night and another reason for loving the Cocteau Twins.