When I was nine-years-old, my mom took me to my first concert. It was Savage Garden in Vancouver, September 2000, and I remember catching the bus to GM Place and back in the middle of the night, being completely exhausted, yet exhilarated. And that's a feeling I've kept up for the past 15 years. Be it half-passed out in the passenger seat of a car on the drive back from Chelmsford to London, or blaring Greenday to stay awake after Bloc party; whether it's being tired and irritable on the tube home from Springsteen, or singing Viva La Vida on the park'n'ride back to Goldreef City after Coldplay, there's no better feeling than emerging from a gig. It's what I live for.
My love of music has taken me around the world, ulimately influencing my decision to move first to Cape Town and then to London. Along the way, I've developed a love for travel, second only to my love of a good cup of tea and the companionship of a cat.
When I'm not at gigs, I work in social and digital media management, but my real passion is music journalism.
If you'd like, you can follow me on Twitter for rants, raves, and occasional cat photos.
Literally the only reason I'm putting this here is because every time I want to contact someone, it makes me really mad if they don't list an email address. I can't see why anyone would want to, but if you do want to say hello, email fairycat101@gmail.com.
Literally the only reason I'm putting this here is because every time I want to contact someone, it makes me really mad if they don't list an email address. I can't see why anyone would want to, but if you do want to say hello, email fairycat101@gmail.com.
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