A Love for Music.
Now living in Cardiff, Neil is surrounded by his love for music.
"My mum told me that before I was born, I used to dance in her belly whenever she played music. Apparently I used to dance when she drank cherryade too.
Music was my first love and when I came to live in Cardiff two years ago and discovered the music scene, I felt like a kid in a sweet shop.
Tiny cave or giant hall, it doesn't matter. The anticipation of those first thunderous bars. Friends say I look like I'm being gunned down by a machine gun as I thrash around in the mosh pit. The bass thumps so hard your heart forgets when to beat, and the noise is so extreme that your ears are still screaming in protest two days later. No doubt I'll be deaf by the time I'm 50, but I'll be too old for gigs by then.
Clwb Ifor Bach: I still don't know how to pronounce it - proper Welsh.
The CIA: Where I saved a friend, but lost her coat during the chaos of The Strokes and finally discovered The Manic Street Preachers.
Toucan: My first experience of Brazilian Marshall Arts Dancing.
Chapter: Marvelling at a bendy cowboy in a futuristic musical.
Metros: Dripping ceilings and bouncers intent on getting me to 'CALM DOWN'!
Cardiff Uni: Where I was given my first photographer's press pass last week at the Kaiser Chiefs.
Then there's the Barfly, where my new favourite band plays close enough to spit on my face. This is the place to see bands flirt with groupies and sign the body parts of potential stalkers.
I met Grace there too, while King Adora howled the soundtrack with transvestite angst and now we're discovering new sounds and growing deaf together... in Cardiff, my new favourite city."
Neil Bebber
