Aahhhhh.....Wendy James. A small venue, full of sweaty, beer fueled males, awaiting the arrival of the 'hottest' thing in pop. I went with my brother and 3 other mates. We had no real expectations about how the band would sound live, because we were there to admire Wendy James.
As it turned out, the band were actually really good, loud and rockin' and aside from playing 'Baby I Don't Care' twice because they messed up the first time (who noticed?), they out on a good show. The star of course, was Wendy and she had the audience eating out of the palm of her hand. Those were the days....
A small venue, full of sweaty, beer fueled males, awaiting the arrival of the 'hottest' thing in pop.
I went with my brother and 3 other mates. We had no real expectations about how the band would sound live, because we were there to admire Wendy James.
As it turned out, the band were actually really good, loud and rockin' and aside from playing 'Baby I Don't Care' twice because they messed up the first time (who noticed?), they out on a good show.
The star of course, was Wendy and she had the audience eating out of the palm of her hand.
Those were the days....