Tori Amos at The Octagon
Went with Angie. It was hypnotic, the way she straddled that piano stool, the way she moved, the flawless voice. The crowd were on there best behaviour, so much so that you could hear Tori doing percussion with her stilettos. Neither of us said a word on the 5 minute walk back to the car... we were blown away!
The Strokes at The Globe
Went with Jules. Hard to believe now, but The Strokes were supporting You Am I on a Thursday night, it was prior to the release of their first album. Jules wasn't keen on going, but I used my powers of persuasion. They rocked, I met Julian Casablancas at the bar during the You Am I set, he was only 19 then and blissfully unaware of just how awesome he was, and how big they'd become. All he wanted to know was where all the cute chicks hung out in Perth. I chewed Jules's ear off all the way back to Freo with statements such as; "I don't think you realise who we just saw in there…