100 Days Project

Lu: 100 Big Days (and Nights) Out

I realised I have kept a heap of tickets to mainly music gigs & festivals over the years, as well as a lot of sports fixtures, from both here, UK and Europe. So each day there will be a photo of a ticket accompanied by a hazy memory from that gig… and a musical tip to go with it.

As I go, a playlist on Spotify called ‘100 Big Days Out’ will be built up of the tracks I single out from those gigs/artists/events. Check it out http://open.spotify.com/user/1230930937/playlist/68S65odxiGB6v7hz4exHTL

Day 3:

Lee ‘Scratch’ Perry & Dr Augustus Pablo, Brixton Academy, May 1998

For a Kiwi dub & roots fan, what could be more fun than going to an all day roots fest at Brixton Academy featuring Lucky Dube, Lee ‘Scratch’ Perry and Dr Augustus Pablo? Easy. Going to said event with three Roots crazy Geordies. All I really knew about Brixton was that Clash song, and that it was South. This was before it got a bit cleaned up as well, so an adventure to SW9 was always a little edgy for a pakeha boy from Palmy, but it was an immensely funny day & night out. After record bin scouring with my flatmate and her two mad roots pals down from the North East, we set off into 7-8 hours of bass bin bliss, all constantly interspersed with loud bellows of “Jah! Ras Tafari, man” in thick Geordie accents. As this was before the ‘smoking’ ban at venues, there was a sweet, intoxicating atmosphere thicker than the fog on Gazza’s Tyne about. Whether it’s Game of Thrones, or just going to a gig in London, the Northern Clans are hard out. Hazy, crazy and uplifting. Lucky Dube was a mighty performer, lifting the crowd. In between, Jah Shaka was dropping amazing dub plates on his sound system in the foyer, one-handed, no mixing. Then Lee Perry stormed the stage with his trinket hat, an piece of fruit and his usual vocal madness. Brilliant. But the highlight was Pablo, who I think did not play live much, and certainly not in the UK. He seemed almost frail on stage, older than his years, working hard to coax his old fingers around his melodica keys, but oh, it was beautiful. Sadly, he died less than a year later, so I count myself lucky to have seen him in the flesh. Check out Augustus Pablo – East of The River Nile