Don't miss Classic Album Sundays: Parallel Lines at Bristol Spirit on Sunday 16th September 2018
Posted on: 05 Sep 2018Enjoy your Sunday afternoon sipping fine cocktails and harking back to the good ol' days of classic albums at Bristol Spirit, who will be paying tribute to Blondie's immortal Parallel Lines on Sunday 16th September 2018.
Can you believe it's been 40 years since Debbie Harry released it? Well, believe it (even if that makes you feel old, which it probably will). The rock band was borne out of the New York 70s punk scene and skilfully blended pop, disco, reggae and new wave elements, achieving hits such as Call Me, Rapture, Heart of Glass and The Tide Is High whilst maintaining something of a subversive, underground status.
Part of the venue's Classic Album Sundays, this is the perfect chance to revisit this seminal album of music written by adults for adults (and how the pop, flash-in-the-pan wannabes of today could learn a thing or two about that) and played on top-of-the-range, high-end audio equipment.
As you revel in the classic tuneage of yesteryear you'll be plied with plenty of cocktails, local ales and ciders, wines, mocktails and hot beverages. In other words, the perfect way to wrap up your weekend.
Doors swing open at 6pm for a 6.45pm start, which will see a brief talk about the album by a special guest before it's played in its entirety, after which there will be a short Q&A session.
Tickets for Classic Album Sundays - Parallel lines are on sale now and can be found here. Bristol Spirit is located 86 Whitehall Road, Bristol, BS5 9BQ. For more information contact the venue on 0117 9393552.
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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.
