It’s a real shame that so many small to medium venues have now gone in London. Over the years I went to the Marquee, 100 club, Astoria, The Nashville, The Half Moon, The Electric Ballroom, The Tufnell Park Tavern, The Ruskin Arms, The Cart and Horses and the Royal Standard, plus a few others who’s names escape me at the moment. I saw plenty of bands, some poor, some ok, a few that I will always remember. As was said in the film, you cannot beat going to a live gig. As seasoned gig goers know, It’s not just about the music, it’s the dressing up/down before hand, the anticipation, meeting up with friends and fans, sometimes meeting your heroes (not always good) missing the bus home, ears ringing, the lights, smell etc.... LOVE IT!

I saw Jimi Hendrix, Cream, Ten Years After and several other bands (who did not become so famous) play at the Marquee (Wardour Street) in the late 1960s. The Marquee had a special atmosphere - wherever you stood you were near the stage, and felt part of the music. I left London in 1970, but remember returning to the old Marquee site about 25 years later. It seemed sad standing there, as though something had been lost.

It's so emotional seeing this place again. The wardour street Marquee was so special. It's so hard to recreate that kind of magic. DJ Jerry Floyd playing the Avengers theme at the start of the night in the mid 80's, beer on the floor, slam-dancing to the Messiahs and hitting the floor only to be picked up by the person who'd just knocked me over. I bootlegged several gigs there. i would just stick my recorder on the stage or under the mixing desk and get back in amongst it. The low ceiling, the perpetually dark interior, the friendly staff, the feeling of belonging and having my membership card which ive still got. There was no snootiness or pretention there unlike some other venues like the camden palace. Nobody hassled me or sneered at me. I always got treated well and felt like i belonged there. The Marquee was beautiful. I used to go to see the screaming blue messiahs there in 85 and new model army, the icicle works, Time UK which had the Jam drummer in after Weller had split the Jam, and the fuzztones played there. So many bands who never really broke through to a big audience, but it was still an achievement to play the marquee. It could be hard rockers one night, pot-smoking hippies the next, new wave bands the next and then a punk band with a rough slam-dancing crowd the next. Nobody got ostracised. I used to get a thrill just walking past the place. I used to run the length of wardour street and oxford street after the gigs to get to tottenham court road underground to get back to liverpool street station to catch the last train home. I would hurtle onto the tube train and lie on the floor of it exhausted and still soaking wet from the gig. It kind of put me in an altered state and even on the train i felt like i was still in the gig. It kept me going for days. The marquee was the only place in the world where i felt accepted. Nothing bad ever happened to me there. When they closed it i knew it was all over in London for me so i moved north. I never went in the charing cross one. I knew it could never recreate the magic. It should've been preserved as a museum. Thanks Jo

I remember late 60,s double diamond was the beer ,couple of Purple Hearts ,saw the tamler Motown tour stevie wonder ,supremes plus (can’t remember) great nights and the scene 😀

I remember being stuck to that floor, Dumpy's Rusty Nuts...Brilliant!

Went every Wednesday or Friday through '67 -70. Supported The Nice , Fleetwood Mac, Ten Years after, Spooky Tooth, Arthur Brown, Joe Cocker, Jethro Tull, Emerson lake and Palmer, John Mayall and many more. Great intimate venue, great playing really close up. Had to have a hankercheif when Joe Cocker sang! That close.

Met the late, great Long John Baldry at the Marquee in 1964. Always remember his bass player had a cigarette 'stuck' on the machine head of his guitar. I did a stint there the same year when in one of the very early all girl bands 'Viki & Her Ladybirds'! Great times!

Saw Johnny Thunders in '84 and many gigs after. Saw the Guns n Roses gigs which were excellent. Got to play the Charing cross Venue a few times. Saw The Quireboys, Dogs D'amour, ah, good times.

Came down from Scotland to see Slade,hard to describe just how loud,hard n heavy they were,my ears are still ringing to this day,thanks Nod!

I miss these times so much

Ive still got some of the monthly programmes from the Marquee for 1964 to 1968. Great club. Small but big enough for great sound

The Marquee Club used to have Latin American music on Sunday evenings when I used to go in the late 50s.

I was 15 1964 , I went to the marquee saw Manfred mann. Was stood behind Paul Jones intermission. Also saw John Mayal , Prince Buster later visits

Props to that Chester venue to provide a space for young bands to play live and not to rip them off and treat them well. So many great live venues I grew up going to in the 1980s in London are now gone. Hammersmith Palais, Red Cow, Clarenden Hotel, George Robey in Finsbury Park, Marquee ,Astoria and Borderline in Soho, The Greyhound in Fulham, I could go on!

J'ai joué au Marquee Club avec le NAC (Nouvel Asile Culturel) dans les années 70, un des rare groupe français je pense. Inoubliable.

I never got the chance to go to the Marquee, wished I had. Great documentary

Just spotted myself (3rd from left) on the stage (

There was a time between 1978 and 1979 when I felt like I lived at the Marquee. I must have gone about three times a week in that period. My first ever gig (aged 16 I think) was Alberto Y Los Trios Paranoias. Saw The Human League, Skids, The Rezillos, The Ruts, The Fall, Thomas Dolby (hidden behind a bank of keyboards), Undertones, Wire, The Boys and loads more. Great film Jo.

I remember seeing Dumpy's Rusty Nuts at the Wardour street Marquee in 1987. I was standing at the door waiting to get in & Dumpy came outside, looked at me & said " No fat Khunts with leather jackets allowed in" 😀

I was lucky enough to play there in the early 80s half a dozen times as a support band great experience and going down the st moritz club all night afterwards so pissed use to go straight to work next day rock n roll