Glasgow Barrowland – Part 2

The Barrowland is known locally as the Barras and they once obviously based a Taggart story around the venue and in the opening scenes a body was discovered in the doorway – Murder!

The venue remains the only one I have encountered thus far with a metal detector which identified that Uncle George’s keyring  had a penknife enclosed which was summarily confiscated until after the gig. It was an astonishingly civilised venue bar with no hassle queueing and healthy banter.

Upstairs was the grand ballroom venue with 1900 capacity. The place had a great vibe about it with a good view from any vantage point. It was a big event for us and for the Glaswegian Mogwai boys as it was their first performance at their spiritual home. Pre-gig ‘God Save the Queen’ by Sex Pistols boomed out of the speakers.

Mogwai were in fine fettle and the set highlights were ‘Summer’, ‘Ex Cowboy’ and a thunderous ‘Mogwai Fear Satan’. The cheeky monkeys even turned off the sound system at the end and then briefly turned it back on for a couple of seconds which was a sensory shock!

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Barrowland Main Hall. Image Credit barrowland-ballroom.co.uk

Around that time, I had got into a habit of saying ‘God Bless You’ which nearly got me in a scrape in a nightclub later that evening! A couple of leisurely Sunday lunchtime pints in a plush bar with leather armchairs near Central station before the train home completed a fine weekend.

We have seen two further superb Mogwai performances at Barrowland on 22/12/11 and 21/06/15. At the latter gig I extended the stay at the Premier Inn for a further night as Gill headed up on the train for the second night.

For the first time we discovered that evening some fine bars in the West End including Oran Mor which was a short shuttle train ride out of the city. This is a grand bar in the style of the Piano and Pitcher pubs with a music venue upstairs, but I have never yet had a chance to see a band there. We also had a top Tapas meal that night at Café Andaluz, which also has another branch opposite the Wetherspoons in the city centre.  

My one other attendance at Barrowland was to see the East Kilbride boys Jesus and Mary Chain on 23/11/14. We took Gill to one of the interesting local boozers across the road before the gig.  

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William and Jamie Reid from Jesus and Mary Chain. Image Credit Consequence of Sound.

They were playing a 30-year anniversary tour of their seminal debut album ‘Psychocandy’.It still sounded fresh and vibrant though Jamie Reid was in a particularly truculent mood and it is highly unusual for me to state this, but the guitars were too loud as it tended to drown out his vocals. It was still an enjoyable gig though.

As you headed back into the city from the venue there was a late bar en route called Maggie Mays which we have visited before to ‘have one for the ditch!’. After the Mary Chain gig there was a band called Trembling Bells twinkling away in the corner.    

Glasgow Barrowland Part 1

In October 1999, I made my virgin trip to the remarkable city of Glasgow to see Mogwai. As is often the way with West Coast line the trains looked rather dubious until they subsequently ran successfully on the day without any requirement for unwanted shuttle buses. We disembarked at Glasgow Central mid afternoon and the station lives up to its name as you head straight out into the shopping, bar and restaurant area.

Glasgow is such an easy city to navigate as it is built on tramlines in the style of San Francisco and it reminds me of Manchester in relation to the grand buildings readily on display. I have grown to love Scotland and the locals and in my humble opinion their friendliness, ready banter and stoicism greatly outweighs the odd English hater.  

We had a cheeky flier outside the station in one of the plethora of bars available to us and caught the tail end of Wales losing to Australia in the Rugby World Cup quarter final. John Dewhurst, Uncle George and I had a triple room in some digs on Sauchiehall Street.

It was a filthy ‘banshees howling’ type of night as we grabby a chippy tea prior to heading over to the infamous Barrowland. In the cab we spotted a chap topple over in the wind which sparked a dry riposte of ‘he’s had one too many’ from the cab driver.

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The illuminated Glasgow Barrowland. Image Credit WordPress.com

We piled into to the pub next to the venue where the fun began. I was first in and just through the door when instantly approached with the refrain ‘You the polis?’. After he received a negative response, the second question was ‘You wanna buy a PlayStation?’ to which I politely declined.

Whilst the lads got a drop of the black stuff in, I nipped to the loo and commenced some banter with a local chap. Unexpectedly then this 6-foot 4 punter blocked the doorway and asked with some intent ‘Are you Rangers or Celtic?’. Crikey, I had only been in the boozer for five minutes!

Afterwards I learned we were in the Celtic dominated area of the city, deep into the East End. But not knowing this at the time of this latest question, I played dumb and stated that I supported Preston. ‘What kind of F—–g answer is that?’ was the measured response but my glib answer at least ensured my exit route.

We christened the pub the Hoops Bar that night. The official name was Baird’s Bar which has since been shut down for violent incidents and has reopened as a furniture shop.

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Hoops Bar (Bairds Bar) with Barrowland immediately to the left. Image Credit flickr.com

We headed into the Public Bar which I discovered to be a shrine to the team in Green and White, we should have gone in that area first! There was a little stage where a bash em up band called the F—–g Eeejits were belting out thunderous sectarian anthems. What an utterly vibrant establishment and I loved the place and it was a bracing start to the evening’s festivities.

A little disclaimer, you may deduce from the redactions above that I am a tad prudish but that could not be further from the truth as I am more than capable of sustained swearing jags when required, the real reason is that I have distributed this blog to many work colleagues and this censorship ensures I can bypass any obscenity filters!