To save Black Celebration from having to do all the heavy lifting on the whimsical posting front, here’s me doing something exceptionally lazy and asking you to post mistaken identities, based on a comment in one of his many recent posts.
E.G. I wanted to see Kate Nash, but it turned out to be Kate Bush. I was keen to hear the tuneful jazz rap stylings of OUi3, but ended up with stadium OAPs, U2. And I was so happy to have tickets to watch Dr and The Medics and Dr Hook, but was confronted with a double bill of the Saw Doctors and the Spin Doctors.
Speaking of whom, how long can we ‘spin’ this out for, eh readers?
https://theafterword.co.uk/throw-off-your-mental-chains-hoo-hoo-hoo/#comment-493834
Blessed with a ticket to see a reunion gig for Michael Franti’s hardcore punk Beatnigs, how disappointed was I to find myself among a gaggle of screaming girls front row for some pop combo from Liverpool called the Beatles? I wish ticket sellers could spell.
Ha, I read that as Michael Fabricant’s Beatnigs.
Indispensable Hero of Hypocrisy.
I don’t know about the premise of the OP but those boys from Blue have lovely voices.
Which is more than you can say about old foghorn from Blur.
I went to see dancehall legend Shabba Ranks. The tickets hotline* was a bit crackly and I ended up watching four twerps from Sweden. Not so much boombastic as bum-bastic, oho!
(*as heard on Mark Goodier’s Evening Session ad infinitum in 1991, even though Radio 1 isn’t supposed to carry advertising… that’s been bugging me for thirty years)
I remember being much taken by Defunkt’s squally no wave funk classic Thermonuclear Sweat, which I heard round at a mate’s house back in the day. So impressed was I that I went out the very next day and bought smooth Brit funksters Funkapolitan’s album instead.
I’ve seen Billy Ocean Colour Scene.
Dadrock of cast-offs.
(the most obscure joke I’ve ever made on here)
I settled in my seat in anticipation of a pleasant evening of toe-tapping to the inoffensive, coffee-house soul-pop stylings of James Morrison, and to my horror, what did I get? A behatted, suited, and be-shaded MASSIVE COCK with a MASSIVE CLOCK.
I’m sure he was kidding but I did guffaw once at a bloke at Latitude
“Suede? I thought you said we were seeing Slade” he proclaimed as the floppy haired ones took to the stage.
Seasick Stevens and Surfan Steve
Playing a two-string banjo.
I posted the Blue/Blur comment; I thought it was likely to be an apocryphal tale. Turns out it’s true…
https://www.google.co.uk/amp/s/www.mirror.co.uk/3am/celebrity-news/donatella-versace-brilliantly-responds-blue-24095897.amp
Christ that site makes my eyes hurt.
Thanks for the help @salwarpe.
As a young child I genuinely thought “If You Should Go” was the latest single by The Skids. When the song appeared on TOTP performed by the Gibson Brothers I wondered if this was some kind of joke.
I went to see Eddy Grant and The Equals. I was so disappointed when they didn’t do Hotel California.
I’m still waiting to hear Steely Dan perform All Around My Hat.
I did see the Dan filed under Folk once.
I went to see El-P once. O, what a lucky man I wasn’t.