Did the comedown from Heaton Park finally kick in?
The Roses at Glasgow Green was a real mixed bag for me; I got to spend the day with family and friends, have a good time, see 2 of my fave bands and even make a rare (these days) excursion to go clubbing at the Arches. However the sound wasn't great, Ian's singing was awful at times and the atmosphere at times really threatened to turn extremely sour.
That said, there were moments of sheer brilliance, notably 'This Is The One', 'Made of Stone' and 'Resurrection' at the end.
'Sally Cinnamon' sent the place even more ballistic and a few people fell over where we were standing as flares were held aloft. Then a flare was thrown, then some glasses of piss and beer were thrown, then what looked like a Buckfast bottle was thrown.
Things were raining down from all angles. A few people got clobbered, a few of them went looking for the culprits. The mood was turning.
'Fools Gold' didn't seem to generate the same feeling as it had at Heaton Park, the sound seemed swampy. 'Something's Burning' seemed flat.
'Waterfall' lifted things, the outro was played at a furious pace but then things went horribly wrong for Ian Brown during 'Don't Stop'. He was so far off key it was embarrassing. The last time I saw Brown solo I walked away, he was that bad. My brother and I cringed, 2 huge Roses fans at our home town show. Brown was awful.
He picked it up thankfully and the closing third of the show was the best as the Roses romped through 'Drums', 'This Is The One', 'Made of Stone' and 'Resurrection'.
Maybe it was just me, but 'Love Spreads' and 'Breaking Into Heaven' sounded leaden in comparison.
By this time we had edged out to the side near a speaker to try and get a better sound and to escape the mayhem where we had been standing.
The heady atmosphere had turned for me, too many people were incapacitated through drink and drugs. As Ian Brown himself once said 'tune in, turn on, don't drop out.' Too many people seemed to be there to get as fucked as possible rather than to see and hear the band.
We headed to the Arches a little subdued, talking about the good things but also the not so good. After a while we were dancing to Hacienda classics.
Back in 1999 I witnessed United lift the Champions League in Barcelona to complete a historic treble. It took a while to come down.
I think Heaton Park will always be my Barcelona - never to be repeated, yet I'll always strive for that high...hooked.
My thoughts go out to the poor girl who passed away following the show. R.I.P