I took a video camera into a concert at the Wartburg in Wiesbaden, West Germany (as it was known at the time) and someone with security politely told me I wasn’t allowed to film without permission of the band. So I went over to the mixing desk and asked Front 242’s soundman/manager, Daniel Bressanutti if I could film the gig; he said, “Sure.” This was the very first concert I ever recorded and my interest was nothing more than that I loved the band. I’d first heard of 242 the year before on German television and knew that if they came to play, I’d see them.

The tragedy of my recording was that I was using a consumer-grade camera with a cheap onboard mic which meant that the audio quality was so poor as to be nearly unlistenable. Back then I also didn’t understand that I should have acted more aggressively and gotten up in front of the stage.