Who’s the Daddy?: Nineties indie legends are the Resurrection

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You want to know what heaven looks like? I’ll tell you what heaven looks like, The Stone Roses playing the show of their lives in front of 50,000 wild Scotsmen on Glasgow Green. That’s what heaven looks like.

The band didn’t just smash it, if they get any better they’ll burst. It was Heaton Park last summer times ten.

Every song they played was roared like the winning goal in the Champions League final. Absolute bedlam.

To be in the middle of that crowd last Saturday night was terrifying, exhilarating, feral, magical and a night me and the boss will never forget.

About 20 minutes before the band came on it rained like only Scotland knows how. And this is no word of a lie, just before they took to the stage to the sound of their walk-on song – Stoned Love by The Supremes – the rain stopped and the clouds parted to reveal the brightest rainbow I’ve ever seen. A good omen? I’d say so.

As the earth moved under our feet as Mani’s bass thundered out the intro to ‘I Wanna Be Adored’ the boss turned to me with a look of real fear in her eyes and said: “Whatever you do, don’t let go of me.”

Then John Squire and Reni joined in, the blue touchpaper was well and truly lit and it was like the rush of those few seconds just before your plane takes off – but for 90 minutes. Every song building to the apocalyptic finale of ‘I Am The Resurrection’. Does life get any better than this?

Apart from watching your children being born, it does not. I’ll say this about Glaswegians, they know how to have a good time on a Saturday. There was a smell of cordite in the air all night – probably off the scores of flares that were lit and hoisted to the sky like trophies.

They also like to pee in litre-sized paper beer cups and hurl it as far as they can. The basic rule at gigs is if you feel something splash on the back of your head and it’s cold then you’re okay, it’s probably just beer.

If it’s warm then you’ll need to put your clothes on a boil wash and have a red-hot shower when you get home because you stink of Scotsman’s urine.

But then two days after the show, the terrible news broke that a 24-year-old woman died after collapsing at the gig.