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Clitheroe Gigs

About 20 miles east of Preston down the A59 lies the town of Clitheroe. The name is purported to derive from the Anglo-Saxon for ‘Rocky Hill’ and the Battle of Clitheroe was fought there in 1138 during the Anarchy (a civil war that took place in England and Normandy).

I have always been fond of the place and visited many times and have memories in my youth of climbing up the steep hill to the castle and enjoying the view from the elevated position. I recall a bandstand being located on the slope, and I have probably seen musical acts there, but they were never recorded in the Jimmy annals so would unfortunately drop into the ‘Lost Gigs’ criteria.

Clitheroe Castle. Image Credit www.rvta.co.uk

Similar to travelling to Southport there are somewhat annoyingly no direct trains from Preston, the route requires one change at Blackburn. Clitheroe is the terminus station so the train heads onwards to turn around and come back the other way, though I do believe there is a linkage from there onto the famous Settle to Carlisle line. 

For a lengthy spell, Gill visited a hairdressers in Clitheroe and on occasions I would head over and meet her afterwards and have a sally around the many hostelries in the town. We once broke the routine and grabbed the opportunity to visit the town of Whalley which is a smidge earlier on the same line, and that transpired to be a fine place to spend a few hours at.  

My good friend Tony Dewhurst has for many years lived in a village just outside Clitheroe, and is a huge Killing Joke and music fan and began to become involved with press duties at the Clitheroe Grand.

The Grand’s first function when built in 1873-1874 was as Clitheroe Public Hall, before morphing into the Grand cinema in 1921 and remains now as a Grade II Listed building. In a change of direction in 2005, the Lancashire Foundation purchased the building and re-opened it in 2008 as a community family focused arts venue also including sponsorship of a skate park in the previously mentioned castle grounds.

They also regularly have live music on the roster and the driving force and promotor behind the musical element was a thoroughly decent chap called Matt Evans who suddenly and sadly passed away during covid. Matt was a huge muso, and his personal favourite band was the Chameleons. Amongst others to grace the stage there was Wishbone Ash, John Bramwell and New Model Army. They also reintroduced the annual Ribble Valley Jazz festival in 2010 after a gap of 40 years.

It lived up to its name as a ‘grand’ venue as it had a homely layout with a decent vantage point from all angles. It reminded me of a more inviting version of the old main hall venue at Preston 53 Degrees.

Clitheroe Grand. Image Credit sseaudio.com

I attended two non-music events when a group pf us headed over in 2011 to see a Q&A with two Lancashire cricketers Mark Chilton and Ian Austin as a celebration of the county winning their first County Championship for 77 years. The other was to watch a woeful England draw 0-0 against Algeria in the 2010 World Cup where the best thing about the match was the very fine curry they laid on at half time. I also recall watching us beat Paraguay 1-0 in the 2006 World Cup in the Castle pub in the town centre.    

I have seen a total of three gigs here, the first was on 27/05/11 to witness an AC/DC tribute band called Livewire who featured both Bon Scott and Brian Johnson eras, the band were suitably thunderously loud. I must say have always struggled with the concept of tribute acts and not seen many and in the main when attending festivals. They on one hand serve their purpose, but they cannot feasibly lay a glove on the real band themselves. Having said all that, I saw them the same band there again on 11/03/16 where we subsequently missed the connection home at Blackburn and had to flag a taxi home!   

The other gig was a belter with The Beat in town and Rankin Roger and Junior Rankin in full flow and they topically transplanted the name David into their version of ‘Stand Down Margaret’. It was a very merry evening, and the train journeys home are a tad hazy!  

Glasgow Venue 5 – Hampden Park

My overriding preference of venue would always be the smaller one man and his dog establishments where you are more liable to catch lean and hungry bands on their way up, though very occasionally I have to bite the bullet and attend larger auditoriums and stadiums to be able to see certain special bands who only play at that level. Neil Young is one such act and I first witnessed him in 1987 at the soulless Birmingham NEC, the other two times I watched him were fortunately in festival settings.

The other combo is AC/DC who I am a huge fan of despite them essentially being a two bars blues band at heart, but they do perform it with such volume and aplomb. I first saw them at Manchester MEN Arena in 2001. Their next British tour was eight years later in June 2009, and we dawdled when the tickets were released, and the tour ended up being sold out. The gig gods were smiling on us though when additional tickets were available for the Glasgow Hampden Park date, and we summarily snapped them up.   

Hampden Park. Image Credit urbanrealm.com

The first challenge was to locate a bed for the night as no city centre accommodation was available, thus resulting in our digs being a train ride and a further mile walk away (it is always further away than it looks on the map!). We visited a couple of bars down Stockwell Street near the River Clyde and the city’s pubs were highly populated as 52k gig goers were in town.

They were unsurprisingly playing AC/DC on the jukebox in the Scotia Bar, and we then frequented the Clutha & Victoria Bar, the pub where four years later there was the horrendous police helicopter crash resulting in ten fatalities. Thankfully the establishment was rebuilt and is thriving again.

Clutha and Victoria Bar. Image Credit blogspot.com

As the stadium was about three miles out of town, we hailed a taxi, which due to the heavy traffic could only reach the outskirts of the arena area. On disembarking the cab, I suddenly had an overwhelming crippling urge to spend a penny, I am sure you have all been there! I picked up pace, but the ground never seemed to arrive and then somewhat inevitably we discovered our entry gate was on the far side of the stadium. Finally, access to the venue was achieved and mission accomplished to enable me to actually think clearly again.     

The original Hampden Park was built in 1873, taking its name from the nearby Hampden Terrace and the first international match there in 1878 was a 7-2 win over England. In 1883, the national stadium was moved a few hundred metres east and then again further south in 1903 to its current site, always with the same name. The original site is now covered by railway lines.

The current Hampden (Pairc Hampden in Gaelic) has a population of 51,866 and over its timeline there has been a plethora of different sports played there including rugby union, athletics, tennis, baseball, speedway, boxing and American football. The first music concert was Genesis and Paul Young in 1987 and U2, Bruce Springsteen and Rolling Stones have graced the stage there.    

Having booked late tickets, we expected to be in a corner or in the gods, but we were astonished to discover terrific centre stage seats with a superb vantage. The Subways were supporting and did a sterling job with their high-octane performance; however, they were always to be outdone by the main act as they possessed their own individual sound system.

AC/DC opened with a thunderously loud two-minute cheeky video before launching into their current single ‘Rock N Roll Train’ off the Black Ice album, the whole sold out place literally erupted. At that very moment I almost saw the benefits of a stadium gig with the shared communal atmosphere, but only almost.

For over half of set, they were spellbindingly good and even at their advanced age were still kicking the butts of many younger wannabe acts. Towards the end there some spinal tap moments, but that is only me being slightly picky. ‘Hell Ain’t a Bad Place to Be’, ‘Hells Bells’, Dog Eat Dog’, Highway to Hell’ were glorious, with the highlight being ‘You Shook Me All Night Long’.

After we left the stadium there was a claustrophobic passage of old thin alleyways which brought back slightly unpleasant memories of football crowd crushes in the 1980’s and I was glad when we had navigated through that area. We considered catching a train, but local station Mount Pleasant was absolutely packed to the gills, so we undertook the hour walk back into the city.

We had a further drink in the Clutha beer garden as it was a balmy summer’s evening before a late drink in Nice and Sleazy on Sauchiehall Street. The final venue of the day was a Noodle Bar across the road before a cab back to the hotel completed a rather fine day.