Bristol Music at M Shed from Saturday 19th May to Sunday 23rd September 2018
Posted on: 16 May 2018Everyone has their own particular, fond memories of musicians and bands they've seen in Bristol over the years, and M Shed is celebrating some of gig-goers best musical recollections when it presents its Bristol Music exhibition from Saturday 19th May to Sunday 23rd September 2018.
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It's no small wonder Bristol has been at the forefront of the music scene over the decades and has quite rightly been recognised as one of the UK's key 'music cities.' And when you remember that Colston Hall has been graced by the likes of Jimi Hendrix, Buddy Holly, Rolling Stones and Bob Dylan, and The Fleece by Oasis, Radiohead, Amy Winehouse and Muse, its easy to see how the city has attracted some of the world's biggest and best-loved musicians - before and after they became famous.
Since the 1950s Bristol has been like a magnet for top musical talent and has embraced every possible kind of sound, genre and style, which is why it has remained an amazingly diverse, pulsating sonic hub of legendary performers and unforgettable gigs.
M Shed's exhibition will take a look at, not only the musical cultures which have driven Bristol's enviable musical record forward through the years but also the people who have helped shape it; namely the concert goers themselves - you.
But what does the music of Bristol mean to you? Using that question as a springboard for the exhibition, it will present stories collated from people all over Bristol, sharing a whole raft of fantastic memories of those who have attended clubs, gigs and festivals in and around the city. A wonderfully nostalgic trip down Bristol's musical memory lane, you can find out more here.
M Shed is located at Princes Wharf, Wapping Road, Bristol, BS1 4RN. Tel. 0117 352 6600.
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Jamie is a writer, blogger, journalist, critic, film fan, soundtrack nerd and all-round Bristolian good egg. He loves the music of Philip Glass, the art of Salvador Dali, the writings of Charles Bukowksi and Hunter S Thompson, the irreverence of Harry Hill, and the timeless, straw-chomping exuberance of The Wurzels. You can sometimes find him railing against a surging tide of passing cyclists, or gorging himself senseless on the Oriental delights of a Cosmos all-you-can-eat buffet.
