Today marks World Music Day, so I’m gonna take you on a trip down memory lane and talk you through the songs and gigs that take me right back to a certain moment in my life.

My experience of gigs didn’t get off to the best of starts. My first ever gig was The Fugees at Wolverhampton Civic Hall circa 1996. The Fugees were huge at the time but were plagued by controversial remarks that Lauryn Hill was rumoured to have made in an MTV interview. As such, my fourteen-year-old-self and my best mate Lucy were full of nervous excitement on the run up to the concert. Would we even get in to the venue? Wtf should we wear? (Ok so the answer to this was easy. Those crop tops with the daisy necklines that were all the rage. We wore matching ones. Yup). The event itself was a bit of an anti-climax – I can’t even remember whether they played Killing Me Softly – this may be down to my awful memory or perhaps it was just one of those situations where the anticipation was better than the real thing.

Fast forward a couple of years to my first big indoor arena concert. My schoolmates and I got the train to Birmingham NEC to see PDiddy (or Puff Daddy as he was then). It was the time that he was dating Jennifer Lopez and we even spotted her bopping away in the front row. The last train home was around 10pm and if it hadn’t have been for the more conscientious of my friends we would’ve missed it (thanks, Perfect Nat, for making sure that I didn’t get grounded).

In 2001 I tootled off to Uni, and four years later I emerged with a law degree and an appreciation of indie music thanks to the lovely rabble of mates that I met whilst studying. “Don’t Look Back Into The Sun” {The Libertines} has been my favourite song ever since: my best friend is getting married soon and I recently scribbled it down on the song request card.

It was also around this time that I fell in love with Jack Johnson’s dulcet tones: I spent the first summer of university living in Newquay and can’t listen to Brushfire Fairytales without being transported immediately back to the internet café where I scoured the web for waitressing jobs.

2007 was epic for one reason: GLASTONBURY. The highlights? Seeing Arctic Monkeys play Mardy Bum. Watching Rich’s best mate instigate a full-on mud fight to the backdrop of The Fratellis. Seeing Kasabian, then walking out of the field with tens of thousands of other muddy revellers chanting “Naaaaa, naaaaa naaaa, na-na-na-na-na-na naaaaaa” (that’s L.S.F by Kasabian if you couldn’t tell). The lowlights? Accidentally swilling my mouth out with vodka on the Sunday morning whilst brushing my teeth (it was in a water bottle). And missing Amy Winehouse’s live performance. What was I thinking?!

2008 saw Rich and me take a year’s sabbatical and go off travelling. Countless memories accompanied by countless iPod playlists ensued…Think “I Gotta Feeling” {Black Eyed Peas} en route to a Full Moon Party, “Mr Tambourine Man” {Bob Dylan} on a hair-raising bus journey through Laos, and the whole of Aha Shake Heartbreak {Kings of Leon} whilst campervanning along miles of bleak-but-beautiful open plains in northeastern Australia.

In 2013 I fell pregnant with Lyra, and every time Rich would sing “Good Vibrations” {The Beach Boys} to her through my tummy it would melt my heart. We had a naming ceremony for her when she was 6 months old, and turned up late and flustered, but “In My Life” {The Beatles} and being surrounded by our nearest and dearest had a wonderfully calming effect.

It seems that with kids comes a hiatus in music experiences because, shockingly, I can’t remember the last gig I went to. However, this will change in November, and it’s going to come full circle, because I’ve got tickets to see Lauryn Hill live. I might give the crop top a miss this time though.

What have been the standout songs/festivals/gigs in your life?