But no, it’s really happening, Suede are reforming for a one-off charity gig at the Royal Albert Hall in March and thanks to two wonderful wonderful people, I have a ticket. It will be Suede 2.0 of course, Bernard will never be coaxed back for guitar duties now, nor for The Tears I suspect, should anyone ever ask.
I will have to consult the dusty archives but I reckon this will be lucky Suede gig number thirteen for me. I have blogged about my love affair with these boys before so you can imagine just how excited I am. Maybe you can’t. It’s eighteen years since I first saw them play. How have I gotten so old? If you start going to gigs aged thirteen it certainly helps age you, in more ways than one.
I saw Brett play solo last night at Manchester Student Union (a smaller venue than I ever saw Suede in) and in typical Suede-esque tradition the songs are a far better prospect live than on record. Brett’s voice is as clear, camp and cutting as ever, perhaps more so, the Albert Hall is going to be superb, I can feel it in my joints.
So here’s my dream set list for the evening …
Be My God
Poor Little Rich Girl
Where The Pigs Don’t Fly
Brass In Pocket
Eno’s Introducing The Band
‘LOLZ’ etc. I’m kidding of course. Here’s the real thing …
The Wild Ones
Killing Of A Flashboy
My Insatiable One
We Are The Pigs
The Next Life
See you in London …
‘We’ll stick like sick on the stars …’