Red Hot Chili Peppers at Murrayfield.

This was my first bona fide stadium gig, and although they were fantastic, the sound where we were sitting was pretty lousy - we were MILES away, out of the line of hearing of the delay speakers - sound and vision completely out of synch. We moved nearer at the end and it was much much better.

The main set was exclusively from the last 2 albums, just great song after great song, played with total musical brilliance and telepathy, veering off on and coming back from tangents. I was hoping they'd play all the songs I listened to when I was a 16-year-old angry middle class teenager in Surrey, but I accept is nothing more than classic old git gig behaviour.

To atone, they played 'under the bridge' (cig lighters everywhere) and 'suck my kiss' as encores - both total high points, with Flea the bassist at his legs akimbo 'rawk' bassism best, eliciting many hand-signs of the devil from all the sk8ter boys around us. (My god, I really am an old git!) John Frusciante was staggeringly good all night, which I find incredible seeing as 10 years ago he could barely play anymore.

We walked there and back - what a great city!