Why: I was familiar with Cristina Martinez by reputation (I listened to Jon Spencer and the Trux, and knew who Pussy Galore were – though I was still years from hearing them and realising how dodgy they actually sounded), so I got a copy of Whiteout and a ticket to see Boss Hog.
High: None, really. This was the first time I’d ever gone to a gig on my own and I found it disconcerting. However tight the band and whatever presence Cristina had (and she did) I couldn’t really get into it.
Drinking: On my own.
Thinking: This is a bit lonely. I’m a bit lonely. Oh fuck.
My Old Gig Tickets 