So...my first concert. Can't really fit a whole lot into that ickle widget box. In Skerray village hall, I think. About as far away from home as those little Bolivan panpipers ever found themselves - several hours away from the, already-quite-remote-enough-thank-you, little town of Thurso. Circa 1990. Well, I was still small enough to sleep in the boot on the drive home. It's all rather hazy. Pitch black outside. Some dancing maybe.I'm usually pretty quick to slag off this kind of thing these days. Real jobs. Haircuts. Bongo drumming. Hippie fuckers.But, yeah. Those panpipe hooks are still lodged in my brain.