It Was The Best Gig Ever # 4: Stephane Grappelli, Wellington, 1997

Incongruous: you get on the piss all day, like hitting it student-style (because we were) and then you go out that night to the Michael Fowler Centre to see Stephane Grappelli. Oh, but it wasn’t on a whim, wasn’t some drunken fumble, like we thought Crusty Demons or the pro-wrestling was on but wandered into the wrong room. No, no. We planned it. Well, …