This journal of the comings'n'goings and musings'n'enthusings of Dave Ling will be updated daily - except after days of stress and nights of excess.
JULY 2018 IN PICTURES
Still playing catch-up and I've insufficient time to write many words, unfortunately, but here are some highlights of a festival and footie summer month.
Sons Of Apollo knocked their UK debut clean outta the park at Ramblin' Man Fair. Due to money issues I only attended on Sunday this year, but I also loved Fish and Halestorm.
Regrettably, I had another birthday. Birthday pizza, pasta, cider, wine and lots of sordid tales about goats with this bunch of reprobates.
Holy fuck! England won their first ever World Cup penalty shoot-out!
I spent a coupla days compiling a new Allman Brother Band anthology for Universal Records. Expect companion releases from Thin Lizzy, Rush and Lynyrd Skynyrd.
Gareth Southgate began his career at Palace's youth academy, from where I had the privilege of seeing him graduate to the first team, captaincy and, eventually, manager of England.
A lot of cider was consumed over the course of the tournament! Such a shame that the team went out in the Semi-Finals, but I was incredibly proud of their achievements.
Vega played at the Underworld on the night that England beat Sweden. Here's a great shot of Amanda with Nick and Marcus. World class photo bombing from Midnite City's Pete Newdeck!!
Amanda and I attended a playback of the Directors Cut edition of Hello Quo! with Alan G Parker, Spud and Gillie, Patty, Bob Young and lots of lovely peeps.
Quite a few vicious insults were hurled at the imbecile Trump, and rightly so. This one was perhaps the most hateful of them all. Well played, sir...
Paul Chapman and Pete Way tried and failed to reunite. I was sorry to learn things had gone tits-up but I do love the fact that there's a branch of Superdrug in the background of Tonka's Facebook picture. Maybe there isn't an Oddbins in Christchurch?
We made the journey to Wales for the Steelhouse Festival and got soaked to the skin, but it was worth it to see so many great bands. Dan Reed Network were a special highlight.
Glenn Hughes rounded out Saturday night with his brilliant all-Deep Purple show. The train stopped and Myles Kennedy joined him for an encore of 'Highway Star' - the voices (plural) of rock. Truly amazing.
Ginger Wildheart was one of the weekend's most charismatic stars. His sarcastic onstage rant about The Dead Daisies - who failed to show up - was pure Ginger gold.
The end of a fabulous weekend, watching Black Star Riders from side of the stage.