Wednesday night was one of the coldest night’s in Perth for five years. I was miserable. It was hump day.
And I was going to a Culture Club concert at HBF Stadium.
There was so much I should love about it – I love live music, I love doing something different, I love going out with friends… but I was cold.
And I hate being cold.
Also I had the sniffles – my nose was like a snot tap that had blown a washer so you couldn’t turn it off you just had to try and use tissues like a cork to plug it up every now and again.
The opening act was Kids in the Kitchen. Aussie band. From the 80s.
So much to like – I love anything Aussie, I loved the 80s, I love bands.
They were woeful.
But they served as a valuable reference point.
Because when Culture Club took the stage, I realised that Kids in the Kitchen had the same venue, the same crowd, the same sound system and lighting and …. it was only the lack of talent that was holding them back.
Boy George (I feel like since we’ve both been around since before the 80s, I should call him Man George now) entered to a standing ovation.
Yes, that’s right. Before he was even on stage, he commanded more applause than Kids in the Kitchen had for their finale.
I won’t tell you all the things that happened after that.
But it was strangely spiritual. And I was no longer cold. So I’ll give you the bit that’s like the warm weather between spring and autumn.
After my review was published, the owner of Culture Club’s PR company was so impressed, she showed it to Boy George himself.
I’m always amazed about where my words end up. So I should know better. And I do regret my comments about his green eye-shadow.
But here’s my review for Primo Life magazine (Pic credit: Primo Life)