In my third post of the summer[ish], I am going to cover my trip to the University of Iceland in May, where I was a visiting scholar for a week.

I really like Iceland and fell in love with the country when I first visited in 2014 for a conference on men and masculinities. Home to just over 300,000 people the country fascinates me with its rugged geography, unpredictable weather and harsh climate. Given these challenges every time I go there I can’t believe what a thriving place it is. Yet although the country has some of the most progressive gender equality laws in the world, an excellent state funded education system and a real community feel to it, Iceland is not without its problems. Although the country has recovered from the financial crash in 2008, the city of Reykjavik [where 2/3rds of the population live] has a real issue with affordable housing. Also with an increased migration population there are issues around integration and access to education.


In 2014 whilst at the conference, I met Arnar Gislason, the Equality Officer for the University of Iceland and now PhD student. Arnar and I became friends and have met up at various conferences since. When an opportunity came up to apply for an Erasmus Staff Mobility Fund and to visit a European country for a short academic stay, I jumped at the chance to spend some more time there.

After discussing the idea with Arnar, and various emails to people at my own university and his, it was agreed that I could use the funding to attend the University of Iceland in Reykjavik for a week and Arnar would act as my host. His PhD research is focused on men’s involvement in the feminist movement in Iceland. Given the countries progressive gender policy, I thought it would make for an interesting side project to explore the men’s rights movement in Iceland and their backlash to feminist politics.

I attended the School of Social Sciences, in the Faculty of Political Sciences at the University of Iceland from the 7th to the 11th May. I was provided with my own office for the week and the faculty’s staff made me feel very welcomed, taking me out for coffees, lunch and dinners to discuss our mutual research interests. I also met with staff from the Education school to discuss inequalities in Iceland’s education system.


As part of the Erasmus grant, and the main reason for my visit, was that I had to undertake a minimum of 8 hours of teaching. Arnar and I, along with Professor Thorgerdur Einarsdottir [Professor of Gender Studies], arranged a series of workshops with post-graduate students throughout my visit. These workshops entailed me talking about the UK PhD system and the post-PhD employment prospects, a very similar session to the one I conducted in Kentucky in March. In addition to these workshops, I also gave a lecture on research methods and specifically ethnography.

All these classes were very well attended. After my Kentucky experience, when I appeared to be quite negative [or too realistic] about the competitiveness of academia post-PhD, I tried to be as positive as I could. I focused on the opportunities for the Icelandic students, who all spoke excellent English, to be able to apply for jobs both within their own country, but also across the globe. One of the students’ main concerns, just like the US students, was how much academic staff got paid at different levels. After sharing information, it became apparent that funded PhD students in Iceland were financially as well off as many early career lecturers in the UK!


Alongside this teaching and planning with Arnar, I gave a public talk on my research and my ten years of doing research on men and masculinities. Around 40 people turned up for the talk, which Arnar was very pleased with and he said it was a very good turnout for Iceland. A quick calculation means that this was 0.14% of the population, the equivalent of about 400 people in Wales!

The week also included an invite to the launch of a report on gender equality in the country. An after work champagne reception in a small downtown bar had been arranged with policy makers, academics and gender campaigners. What was most surprising was that the Icelandic Prime Minister Katrín Jakobsdóttir, was also there and gave a short speech. It was really refreshing to see how little security [if any] accompanied her and how she mingled with the invited guests afterwards!


To end the week Arnar and his family invited me to a small wooden cabin in the interior of Iceland and I spent a few days exploring the wild countryside and using the cabin’s hot tub. It was a great way to unwind after a busy week and plan future research collaborations! I fully recommend the Erasmus staff mobility scheme and I only hope that come post-Brexit, these sorts experiences can continue.



The Beast from the East, Kentucky, and Lando from Star Wars

In the second of my series of summer posts, I have chosen to write about my experience back in March at the University of Kentucky, where I spent the week as a visiting scholar at the Department of Sociology.


One of the nicest parts of being an academic is being able to exchange ideas and knowledge with other people in your field of study. Most of the time you might only see these individuals a couple of times a year at conferences, or other events such as meetings for editorial boards of journals or study groups. In some cases, it could be years between meetings, and in other rarer cases, it could be an intellectual relationship where you never meet the other person face-to-face and all communication is conducted over email or social media. Until this March, Edward Morris was one of those people.

I had first come across Ed’s work on masculinities in 2012, as I was finishing my PhD. That year Ed published a book called, Learning the Hard Way, which seemed an almost identical study to my own, looking at young white working-class men dealing with post-industrialization, but set in the Appalachian region of Kentucky in the US. His book, which used some of the same masculinities theory as my own and my favourite sociologist Goffman.


I emailed him and our e-friendship [?] began. Over the years, although I changed various institutions, we stayed in touch, exchanging ideas and readings over email. Through our conversations, it appeared that Ed’s wife had family who originated from a town in West Wales where I spent time as a child, so we had more connections than I first thought. When my own book was published in 2015, Ed was kind enough to write an endorsement for it and when I edited a collection of papers on gender and research relationships in 2016, he contributed a chapter to that.

When some funding became available at my university to visit other scholars and to collaborate on future research projects, it occurred to me that this was an ideal opportunity to visit Ed and spend a week with him in the Department of Sociology, at the University of Kentucky, in Lexington.


After exchanging many emails, we arranged a week packed with activities. These included writing workshops, postgraduate or ‘grad’ student [as they term them in the states] classes on masculinities, a public research talk, a visit to the Appalachian research centre and lunches and dinners with different members of academic staff. It looked to be an exciting, but busy week. It was also going to take place in a state which I had never been to, but seemed to share many similarities with Wales.

Although Wales is much smaller in geographical size than the state of Kentucky, large parts of each region have the same industrial heritage in coal mining and remarkable socio-economic similarities. They share a similar population, with Kentucky having 4.25 million compared to Wales’ 3.3 million, and an equivalent background in terms of educational levels. The number of adults in Kentucky who leave high school without a diploma is around 20%, whilst in Wales 26% of the population of adults have no recognised qualifications. In terms of higher education, both countries record 24% of the population as having a undergraduate or ‘Batchelors’ degree. Both countries also share unemployment rates around 5%, but Wales does have a larger youth [16-24] unemployment rate [17.4% compared to 13.3%]. The average salary in Kentucky is around £35,000 [$46,000] whilst in Wales this comes to around £26,000 [$37,000].

Given how productive and different this trip was going to be, I was really excited and very much looking forward to it. However, as the date of my departure grew nearer, Britain seemed to be experiencing one of the worst winters in a long time. In the week leading up to my departure, things took a turn for the worse, and the ‘Beast from the East’ collided with ‘Storm Emma’. Hospitals, motorways and airports began to close, flights were cancelled, trains were stranded in snow drifts, and large parts of the country were brought to a standstill. On the day before I was due to leave [Friday 2nd March] the weather seemed to get worse by the hour, with the snow getting thicker as the day went on. The news reported that Red and Yellow weather warnings were issued across South Wales and the South of England. The population were warned to cancel non-essential travel plans and stay indoors. I was due to fly from Heathrow at lunchtime the next day, to Lexington, via Chicago. This storm was right across my path. That night, after packing my case, things did not look promising outside my window and a blizzard seemed to be in full swing. Before going to sleep, I set my alarm for a few hours earlier than I had originally intended in case I needed extra time to get to the airport.

At 5am I took a tentative look out of the window and whilst the falling snow that was illuminated by the amber street lights had eased considerably, the snow on the ground looked deep and it appeared to be very cold out. I checked the national rail up-to-date train information, large parts of the rail network were at a standstill, but some trains were running and the main Swansea to London Great Western route was open, but with severe delays. With one app on my phone, I could even watch the painfully slow progress of the most recent train from Swansea, which was due into Cardiff in an hour or so. However, the local trains from my town of Penarth, which is about four miles outside the capital city, were not running, and with the roads inaccessible to traffic, the only way to get to the main station would be to walk the four miles through the snow. Never one to give up on a challenge and helped by my partner Jen, we set off.


It took about an hour and a half to walk through deserted streets to Cardiff’s central train station. In parts the snow was knee deep, and tough going with the wind blowing snow in our faces, especially across the exposed Cardiff Bay Barrage. We passed a few other people battling through the snow, and even one cyclist, who slipped and tumbled over in front of us. As the dawn broke and it got lighter, the extent of the snow fall became apparent and we could find easier patches to walk through. The snow stopped falling and as we approach the city centre, everything was eerily quiet. At the train station there were a small number of other passengers who had also ignored the weather advice and were standing around staring at blank timetable screens. My app showed that the next train to London was en-route and about half way to Cardiff, and due around 8am, this provided me with more information than the staff at the station! Remarkably given the circumstances, the train arrived more or less on time, although nothing else was moving, so I felt really lucky! My fight was at 12:30, so I thought I was in with a good chance of making it. I said goodbye to Jen, who then headed back through the 4 miles of snow to Penarth (she made is safely!).

Predictably my luck ran out and the train arrived late into London, with unsurprisingly many delays on the way. I missed my flight, but managed to switch onto another one later that afternoon. Yet, just like the train, the flight was also delayed, and further heavy snowfall after boarding, meant we did not take off for a further three hours. I arrived in Chicago with my connecting flight to Lexington long gone and arranged with the airline to fly on the next day. After further delays finding an available room in an airport hotel [there had also been bad weather on the East coast of the United States and there were lots of stranded passengers about], and short cab ride, I got into bed around midnight. Given the time difference, this was about 24 hours after I left home.

After a very good night sleep I was raring to go again. After a short wait at the airport, where I was placed on standby, I was allocated a seat on the small plane to Lexington. On the hour flight I got chatting with a Lawyer I was sitting next to. He was very interested in why I was going to Kentucky and what I was going to do in Lexington. The conversation came around to masculinity and we got onto discussing politics, Donald Trump and Kentucky. He recommended a book called Hillbilly Elegy by JD Vance, which outlines poverty and drug addiction in rural Eastern Kentucky. After reading it, it does provide some interesting arguments for why Trump might have won the election, but in places it is also full of the type of right wing arguments one finds in the Daily Mail and blames the poor for problems not of their making. The Lawyer wasn’t all bad though, as we collected our bags from the small airports luggage carousel, he told me his wife was picking him up and offered me a lift to my hotel, which I gladly accepted. After what seemed an epic journey, I checked into my hotel and was pleased to see I had been allocated a room overlooking the downtown area. I had agreed to meet up with Ed for lunch the following afternoon, so after dinner and a few drinks at a nearby bar, I had an early night.

Ed and his wife picked me up from my hotel and we drove about an hour into the rural county to a bourbon distillery. On the way there and back we chatted about our work, masculinities, sociology and academia in general. Although we had only exchanged emails prior to this, we got on like old friends, which was a relief as many academics can be a bit socially awkward! After a great day out, talking shop and seeing the area, I got back to my hotel and prepared for a busy week ahead.




The campus was about a 20-minute walk from my hotel, which made a nice change from the hour commute to Swansea. Throughout the week the students and staff I would meet, would comment on how odd it was that I would walk this distance and not get a cab! On my first morning after having a wander around the large sprawling campus, I made my way to the sociology department, which was situated on the 15th floor of a large tower like building. Ed outlined his planned programme of activities across the week and showed me to where I would be situated. I was pleasantly surprised to see I had been given my own office [I have to share one at my own institution] with plenty of space for visitors, which came thick and fast during the week as everyone seemed to want to speak to the ‘British’ guy.




The day consisted of research planning and writing workshops with Ed, broken up by lunch with several people from the department at a nice restaurant on campus. After a busy day, with my head spinning after talking to so many new people and trying to be ‘on my game’, Ed dropped me back at my hotel and I took a swim in the pool, before heading out to dinner. This became the routine of the week and a great way to unwind each day.
Tuesday was another intense day and I delivered my research talk to the department at their lunchtime public lecture series. I was shocked to see around 40 people show up for the talk, which included the dean of the department, staff, students and even some publishers who were in town. The talk covered my ten years of researching men and masculinities and how uneasy conducting research sometimes leaves me, I call this the ‘Researcher as Vampire’ feeling, where I gain information, instead of blood, out of participants.




I also outlined how similar Wales and Kentucky were and how my work on marginalized men was almost identical to the work being done with young men in post-coalmining communities in the Appalachian region. The audience’s questions were thoughtful, and I was encouraged that the message from my talk had translated well. Although we speak the same language, sometimes the subtleties can be lost! One thing that did become a point of confusion at the start of the week was that the University of Kentucky was referred to simply as UK. Therefore, when asked where I was from, I quickly learn to say that I was from England, or Britain rather than the UK to avoid confusion. Sadly, mentioning Wales in the US tends to cause even more problems, as most American’s have never heard of it. After the talk I went for coffee with some members of the Education department who had been in attendance and we had a long conversation about white working-class boys and higher education. Again, very similar issues to what we have in Wales and the UK more generally. Although Ed dropped me off at my hotel and I was able to grab a swim and unwind a little, the day was not over yet! In the evening I was taken out to dinner by Ed and the dean of the department Claire Renzetti. It was a lovely evening, where we chatted more sociology and work, but by the end I was starting to flag, and I was glad that it was not too late a night.

Wednesday brought with it a lunchtime seminar with post-graduates on the university system in the UK and Europe. I outlined the way things differed to the US and how competitive the current climate was for recently completed doctoral students. The students seemed confused and surprised at how things differed in terms of tenure, job interviews, professorships and 12-month salaries. After checking on this last point with Ed after the seminar, it turned out that many academics in the US do not get paid over the summer months when they are not ‘working’ e.g. not teaching undergraduates. They often get a 9-month salary divided into 12 payments! In the UK this is where we do all the writing and research we cannot do in term time, in addition to continuing to supervise masters and PhD students and also crazily, take some annual leave. When I had finished the seminar, I realised I had been quite negative and the students had gone away looking quite despondent, which had not really been my intention. I had an hour to myself before my next class, this time a team-taught session with Ed on masculinities as part of the men and masculinities module on a gender studies MA. The seminar centred on C.J Pascoe’s book ‘Dude You’re a Fag’. I thoroughly enjoyed it and felt like I was really geeking out on my subject. The students [about a dozen in the room] seemed well read and me and Ed worked well together. It would be wonderful to do this back at Swansea. I must have done something right with the post-grads this time, as there seemed to be a trail of graduate students outside my temporary office for the rest of the week! I went through the same post-work ritual, but entertained myself for the evening and went to the restaurant opposite my hotel which was called Pies and Pints. Language issues struck again and it quickly became apparent after sitting down that by pies, the sign meant pizza pies, so I could not get the traditional steak and ale pie that I had expected!

Thursday was my last full day on campus and a day packed with meetings and a visit to the universities Appalachian research centre. Here I met Shauna Scott who gave me a copy of her book on the coal mining community of Harlan County. We chatted for ages about the similarities between Eastern Kentucky [which makes up part of the Appalachian region] and the South Wales valleys and the history of communication between these two communities. Shauna told me that when looking to the future, the people of Appalachia often looked to see how Wales has planned its own post-industrial change! We made plans for future collaborative work and she invited me to sit on the editorial board of the Journal of Appalachian Studies. I also took in a first-year undergraduate sociology lecture [200+ students], looking at social class and life chances. The lecturer used the sinking of the titanic as an example and after giving a list of job roles from the original passenger list, asked the student which passengers were worthy of a place on a lifeboat. As I walked around the large lecture theatre talking with students, without fail all groups picked a soldier and a nurse to go into the lifeboat. All groups also assumed that the soldier was a man and that the nurse was a woman.




For my final night, I was taken out to dinner by Tom Janoski, a senior professor in sociology with a rich and interesting back story. When I was starting out teaching sociology at a further education college in South Wales, a colleague of mine commented that until people had lived a bit and had some life experience, they should not study sociology. Tom seemed to prove that point and, in his time, had been a soldier in Vietnam, travelled and a worked in a car factory in Detroit. One of his many interesting stories, included being a member of the last class taught by the famous sociologist Herbert Blumer at the University of California, Berkeley. A sociological superstar!

After a very interesting evening, I decided to have one final drink at the hotel bar before going to bed. The hotel was noticeably busier than it had been all week as it was playing host to a comic-convention that weekend. A ‘comic-con’ is a large multi-genre entertainment and comic convention, which usually takes place over a weekend. There are many stalls selling different types of merchandise, guest speakers from the entertainment industry and some fans who attend, dress up in a variety of costumes linked to their favourite TV or comic book characters. When I was sitting at the bar, using my phone I had a look at the comic-con website and noticed that there were two guests due to appear that I recognised. Rik Flare, an old WWF wrestler and Billy Dee Williams who played Lando Calrissisan in the Star Wars films. I took my drink to a table and sat down, continuing to scroll through the comic-con website on my phone. After a while I looked up, and to my surprise I realised I was sitting a few tables away from the former wrestler Rik Flare, who I assumed was staying at the hotel. Feeling slightly impressed that I was this close to a character from my childhood, I sent a few messages to people back home. It was only whilst I was doing this that I then realised that on the table to my right, sitting with what I assumed to be his children and grandchildren, was Billy Dee Williams. I must have watched the Star Wars films dozens of times as these were another staple of my childhood. I noticed that different people were coming up to his table to shake his hand and engage in conversation. After about half a dozen people had done this, I began to feel rather sorry for him. Now aged 81, Billy looked really tired and did not appear entirely well. Although he was polite to every person who came up to him, he seemed like he just wanted to finish his dinner without any interruptions. After a second flurry of messages to friends back home about Lando, I finished my drink and headed to my room, thinking how great this trip had been.


I spent the final morning at the university with Ed, outlining future work and planning writing projects. After lunch, Ed dropped me back at my hotel so I could catch the shuttle bus to the airport and begin my long trip home. We said our good byes and thanked each other for a productive and enjoyable time.

The week had been a great success and well worth the battle to get there. The people I met seemed genuinely interested in my research and had done their homework on me before I had arrived. I was surprised at how much interest the post-graduates also showed in me, but I think some of this was probably down to my British accent and being an unusual visitor. The campus although big, also seemed a nice place to study and I felt very much at home in their sociology department, I was sorry to leave, but hope to return one day!

My final post in this summer series will be an account of my second visiting scholar post of the year, at the University of Iceland in Reykjavik.


Back on Tour – A Sense of Community and Belonging

It has been a while! I started my first permanent [tenured] academic post in October 2016 as a lecturer in Social Science at Swansea University, UK. Things have been hectic and writing for pleasure has not really been on the agenda, especially this last year, which has included a new role as director of an undergraduate programme. The intention to add to this blog has slipped further and further down the ‘to do’ list, to not even featuring on it at all.  University life seems to include so much administration and bureaucracy that when one does have time, it is usually to write more academic publications. Although I have managed to write a few nicer short pieces for The Conversation and one challenging Role Models of which ended up in The Independent, this is my first return to the blog in about 2 years.

Looking back on this blog today, I think I wrote some good stuff. Although it is a bit rough around the edges in places, it is a nice account of my time as a visiting scholar in Vancouver and the research I conducted there. It has always been my intention to return to write more. With some free time on my hands, an account of a road trip across the UK that I did recently, seems a good a place to start as any. The trip helped me reflect on the nature of community and belonging and also to dabble with ethnography again.

As you might recall from some of my previous posts, I’m a huge Bruce Springsteen fan. With Bruce still in residency on Broadway in New York, doing his one-man autobiography show, another opportunity to sample the New Jersey sound a little closer to home comes through the anthemic Springsteenesque band, The Gaslight Anthem.


I have followed Gaslight over the past decade and this year marks the 10th Anniversary of their break through album The 59 Sound. Similarly, to early Springsteen, [Born to Run, Darkness of the Edge of Town] the album is littered with reference to American popular culture [even quoting the Boss himself on some songs], fast cars, factories, boys chasing girls, and the meaning of growing up in a working-class or blue-collar community. The songs are accompanied with lyrics that express that life is there to be lived, grabbed hold of, and the album touches on the difficulties of escaping one’s own background. Some of the stories on the album, seemed to be my own stories. To mark the anniversary of the album, and after a three year hiatus, the band have come back together to tour it.

I was a PhD student very much starting out on my academic journey in 2008, and whilst I have seen them a few times over the years, with one set at the Glastonbury Festival in 2011 forever etched on my mind, my life has changed a lot in the past decade. I did not quite know how I would feel seeing them play the album in full. Whilst being excited, I did wonder if their music would mean the same to me. Yet, when I saw them on Saturday, for the second night of their four nights sell out UK tour [two nights at London’s Hammersmith Apollo, were to be followed by nights at Glasgow’s famous Barrowland Ballroom and the Manchester Apollo] I was blown away, and all the old feelings and joy returned.

The Hammersmith Apollo is an iconic venue, which Springsteen himself first performed at in 1975. The old theatre with it sloping floor creates an almost amphitheatre type environment. The hot and sweaty evening seemed to add to the anticipation in the crowd and my own excitement. The lights dimmed, the band came on stage, and the crowd roared. At once I was in the company of old friends and I could feel the tears well up in my eyes. When the first bars of the opening song Handwritten boomed out, I lost it and the tears flowed down my cheeks.

It has been a very tough couple of weeks, with my partner of four years moving back to Canada very suddenly due to UK immigration issues. Yet this was more than those emotions and the uncertainly of our future coming out. My work-life balance is all over the place and my job takes up more time than it should. Academia is a relentless beast and the past year has been tough trying to keep on top of things in a very competitive environment and remain sane in a neo-liberal institution, which often resembles a Kafka nightmare. Coupled with this I have also got on-going health issues and have been in an out of hospital over the past six months, having multiple tests on my stomach. Of course, the world beyond my own sphere, also seems to become more and more difficult to live in. Whether it be Brexit, or the huge levels of social inequality in the UK and wider afield, things seem tough and there is no end in sight to the many problems that face us as a society. In that moment with the music blaring out, and with the crowd seemingly singing as one, I was full of the immense happiness and joy that live music can bring. For tonight, this band would take me somewhere I had not been for a while.

As the band lurched into their next song, and with the lead singer Brian Fallon belting out the lyrics to the very receptive audience, I noticed that there was a large silhouetted figure of one member of the band, with guitar in hand, being projected from the stage onto the side wall of the theatre.


I wondered if this was a homage of sorts to their New Jersey forefather whose own silhouette is often placed on album covers and who played his first show outside of America at this theatre.

The band played the album that I’d come to hear in its entirety and they followed it up with a dozen others, including 1930, another song which brought me to tears as it outlines the impact of dementia on loved ones. Strangely the band did not do an encore, and the set ended rather abruptly. As the crowd slowly left the building, and I was jostled along with it, I felt the urge that my time with Gaslight was not done just yet.  This desire was further fed through conversations with Gaslight fans in the pub after the gig. Some of whom were going to see them again a few nights later and had seen the bands show the previous night.

The following morning, slightly hungover and on a bit of a come-down from the night before, I checked online for tickets to their two remaining UK shows, both were sold out. I also looked at flights from Cardiff or Bristol to Glasgow where they were due to play next on the Tuesday. After noting that they were around £150 for a single trip, and that the train was a similar sort of price, coupled with the fact that it was a long drive to Scotland, I tried to put the idea to the back of my head.

Fast forward about 24 hours and I was still milling it over whilst sitting in my cap and gown on the stage at our department’s graduation ceremony at Swansea University. Whilst facing the audience of graduates, family and friends, my mind wandered a little.  I thought how intense it must be to perform with a band in front of an audience all singing the words you have written back to you. Just before the ceremony ended, there was a musical interlude. A female singer, accompanied by a pianist, began to softly sing a song by the American punk rock band, Green Day. Good Riddance, which is more popularly known as Time of Your Life, drifted out across the hall. It was during this rendition which made my mind up, life is short, and I needed more of my Gaslight fix, I was going to Glasgow and Manchester.

I got home from the degree ceremony and started looking at the practicalities of getting to Glasgow for the next show and then onto Manchester for the final UK show on Wednesday. It turns out that it is a seven-hour drive from my home just outside Cardiff in Wales to Glasgow, and with taking the Manchester show in on the way back down, it would be an almost 800-mile round trip to see them! I set the alarm for 5am and slept fitfully.

As the drive north began, the realisation of how risky this trip was, played on my mind. I did not have  tickets for either of the two sold out shows and it really was a long way to drive on my own. I reached Glasgow around 1pm, but the check-in to my youth hostel room [it was an attempt to keep costs low!]  did not open until 2pm. I spent that hour sitting in the youth hostel kitchen frantically searching different ticket resale sites where fans sell tickets onto other fans at face value. Twitter also came in handy, and I sent out different tweets, including multiple hashtags to maximise the impact of people seeing it. It was these tactics which paid off and the online Gaslight community came to my rescue. The first offer came in for a ticket for the show the next night in Manchester and then a few minutes later, a guy who couldn’t make it to the show that night, replied to one of my tweets that he had one for sale. Breathing a sight of relief I checked into my room and took a nap for an hour.

After meeting the Gaslight fan outside Glasgow central station, I made my way to the Barrowland Ballroom. I had a pint in a pub near the venue and it reminded me very much of many in my home town, a tough working-class pub where non-locals were frowned upon. Although it was full of people in Gaslight Anthem T-Shirts, and their music was playing over the loud speakers, the walls of the pub were adorned with Celtic Football Club paraphernalia and the space seemed very much borrowed for the evening, it was someone else’s community.

The Barrowland Ballroom itself also surprised me, it was a big cavernous place, with multiple levels, high ceilings and large open spaces. Like the pub, it reminded me of my hometown and the large working-men’s halls that developed alongside the coal industry in South Wales. Being on my own tonight [I had gone to the first gig with my brother and sister-in-law] things were different. I was aware of being more of an outsider and not as much a part of the fan community as I had at the previous show. Also, unlike the London venue, with its sloping floor, the flat floor of the concert hall did not seem to create the same wall of noise from the crowd or the anticipation. With my ethnographer’s hat on, what was also noticeable was the lack of diversity in the crowd when compared to London. There did not appear to be any non-white faces in the crowd.

One of the support acts tonight was Dave Hause, who warmed the crowd up nicely. In the break before Gaslight came on to do their set, a local fan next to me started chatting. He had come along with his friend to see the band for the first time and they were impressed that this was my 14th time seeing them and that I had driven up from Cardiff. As the lights dimmed, the crowd roared, and our conversation stopped. I was standing closer to the stage tonight, with a much clearer view of the band and the intensity of the drummer Benny seemed remarkable. The lead singer Brian seemed in a good mood and made his usual jokes and told stories in-between the songs. Perhaps knowing how the evening was going to pan out and what songs to expect, I was a little more relaxed.


As the set wore on, a lot of people around me began to talk and look at their phones, which lit up the dark room. After the band had played The Backseat, the closing song on the 59 Sound album, I nipped to the toilet and to grab another pint. Considering that the event was sold out, the amount of people sitting in the bar area or simply outside the main concert hall was a bit disappointing. There had to be at least twenty to thirty people sitting around on their phones or talking by the bar.

I returned to my spot and watched the final 30 mins of the set. Again, there was no encore like on the Saturday. Although it was enjoyable, for me it had not reached the heights of the previous concert. The different atmosphere of the venue certainly did not help, but perhaps the long drive north had taken its toll and it had failed to live up to my expectations. Had it been worth it I asked myself as I left the venue.


I walked along the dark Glasgow streets back into the city. With the crowd thinning out, snatches of other people’s conversations about the gig could be overheard. One man said to his friend in his thick Scottish accent ‘that were great, only a couple of flaties [slower songs]’. His friend agreed and said that’ it’s got to be expected man’. Walking passed them, the Manchester gig came into my head, would it take me back to my Gaslight high? On the way back to the hostel, I stopped for a nightcap in one of the cities bars, before going to bed in a rather sullen mood.

Checkout was at eleven and my initial plan was to arrive in Manchester, meet up with the ticket seller and park near the venue so that it would enable me to drive back to Wales straight after the concert. Yet, as I drove into Manchester after nearly 4 hours in my hot car, I was exhausted. I could not imagine driving another three or more hours back to Wales at midnight. I saw a hotel which advertised free parking, so I pulled into the car park. I checked the availability online from my phone and booked a room. When I entered the hotel a few minutes later, the receptionist was very impressed, and he told me that I’d saved myself £10 on the walk-up price by booking from the carpark! Again, I got to my room and slept for an hour.

The ticket seller was working in a rather funky bar in the Northern Quarter of the city called Crazy Pedro’s. He seemed to be some sort of music or events promoter and his girlfriend had the spare ticket for sale. There was some talk about a guest list for the event, but I wasn’t quite sure if they had access to it or not.

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After collecting my ticket, and paying the face value price, I wandered slowly through the hot, busy city streets as the concert was still a few hours away. Glasgow had been a nice reprieve from the intense heat of the unusual British summer, but I was struggling again here. As I left Piccadilly Gardens, I followed some people in Gaslight Anthem T-shirts, who I assumed were going to the concert. It was a good half an hour walk from the city centre and like the Barrowland Ballroom, it was located in an former industrial area.

I arrived around 7pm and there was already a queue around the block. A small pub was situated next to the venue and drinkers holding plastic cups had spilled out into the park and a small grassy bank outside. I went in and grabbed a drink and sat outside with the other fans. The evening was beginning to cool, and I enjoyed people watching whilst waiting for the queue to go down. On the grassy bank, a man and woman with a youngish child sat near me. All were wearing Gaslight Anthem T-shirts. As they sat drinking and sharing a packet of crisps, I wondered if this was the child’s first concert?

The vibe and anticipation outside felt good and on entering the venue [after the usual security pat downs and metal detectors], my worries about this being a repeat of the night before were pushed away. As with the Saturday gig, the stage was at the bottom of a long sloping floor, so the noise from the waiting crowd bounced around. I’m no acoustics expert, but after the flat floor venue in Glasgow, this must make a difference! I took up a position a few feet to the left of the stage towards the bottom end of the slope.

The support act Dave Hause did his bit again to get the crowd going. In the break before the main act, I got chatting to a group of people who recognised me from before the gig, as we’d all been asking the same security guard where the nearest pub was. Unlike the couple I spoke to in Glasgow, they seemed more established Gaslight fans who had been to many concerts before. They had traveled up from Birmingham and one of the group was celebrating his 25th birthday.

The next hour and a half took me back to my Gaslight High. The crowd seemed as one and that sense of belonging and community overtook me again. The 59 Sound was belted out and I sung along and soaked up the atmosphere, being taken almost to another level. Around me people hugged each other and jumped together at the faster numbers and swayed to the slower songs.  I knew what was coming in terms of the set list, but the music took a hold of me and grabbed me in.

After The Backseat, I again left the crowd, and got a drink and re-positioned myself towards the back of the venue high up on the slope. I wanted to experience the final half a dozen songs from the same sort of position I was in on the Saturday and take in the wider scene. The set closed [as it had done on every night] with American Slang. A song about the failure and broken promises of the American Dream. The noise from the crowd seemed deafening and as the final chords played, tears again appeared on my cheeks. The power and music and people coming together overcame me. As I stepped out into the Manchester night and began the long walk back into the city, I had a big smile on my face, the trip had certainly been worth it.

Not everyone will agree with me about this specific band or their music. Yet the ability to belong to something greater than the individual and be a part of a wider community, whether it be one of music or other interests, I feel is very much needed in such uncertain times.

My next two summer posts will include write ups of my two visiting scholar posts I have undertaken this year. The first at the University of Kentucky and the second at the University of Iceland.

On Grayson Perry: All Man

After a wonderfully stimulating and very rewarding time in Vancouver, both in the city and at the university, the past few months since my return to Wales at the end of January have been rather frustrating. I’ve spent my time applying for different university posts, attending interviews, and getting lots of rejections from said interviews, whilst trying to write up the study from Canada and finish other bits of writing and planning future research activities. All very difficult when your scholarship and work keeping being attacked from all sides and the rules of the academic ‘game’ [for it is a game], are constantly changing and the goalposts seem to be moved around at whim. I don’t want to come over as bitter and twisted, but I can’t pretend that it is an easy time either, so I’ve decided to break my blog posting hiatus and write about something which I haven’t been able to get out of my mind since I watched it last night, All Man with Perry.


Having been researching and writing (or trying to write!) about men and masculinities for getting on close to a decade, it was with great interest that I sat down to watch the new documentary TV series All Man, by the prize-winning artist and TV presenter Grayson Perry. As a frock-wearing self-proclaimed ‘sissy’, with a really engaging interview style, I wondered how he would fare in the three-part series investigating contemporary masculinity in the UK.

Episode 1, was called ‘hard man’ and saw Perry [minus his frock] interviewing different men living in the former industrial area of the North East of England. Perry talked with a number of young men involved in mixed martial arts and cage fighting, some other men who were coming to terms with their friend’s suicide [the leading cause of death for young men] and older men who were once involved in the coal industry in Durham. At the end of the programme, Perry unveiled two pieces of art. The first was a giant banner that mimicked those of the former miner’s lodges and trade unions, the second was a decorated vase, both depicting images of men [and women] from the show in order to show case some of what it means to be a man in the North East of England in the post-millennium era.

I was impressed with how well put together the programme was and how easy Perry [who until now has not been seen as an expert on men and masculinities] was able to explain the issues to the TV audience. This was also done well last autumn by Reggie Yates in his BBC series on British Masculinity. I wish I could be so clear at times in my own writing. His comments such as ‘toxic masculinity’ and the idea of men ‘performing’ a role [no mention to my old mate Goffman, but we can’t have it all!] might be slightly clichéd, or easy to understand for those of us working in this field, but for many people watching at home who do ‘real’ jobs and do not spend their lives studying and writing about these issues, I found it vital to begin to explain what was going on. The important part industry and place played in masculinity making were also made clear and it was good to hear the term ‘working-class’ used as well.

But, other issues also need to be acknowledged which there perhaps wasn’t time for in an hour episode. These are only extreme examples of masculinity [and the other programmes in the series look at crime and finance], what about the boring, mundane aspects of men’s’ lives or even men from these communities who display alternative masculinities or appear different? What about the role of globalisation and neo-liberal economic policy on masculinity making? I also thought that there was a need to explore the idea of performing multiple masculinities further to bring up the fact that men switch, or what I have termed, chameleonise between different displays, consciously and unconsciously. Even Perry was doing this when he was interviewing different people on the programme and he laughed and joked in a different way with one cage fighter who liked to put on clown make-up and the other cage fighter who talked about Achilles and Greek mythology. Although men are often said to be unable to talk about their feelings, are withdrawn and have a hard time expressing themselves, in my experience of researching men, very much like the ones featured in this programme, they are able to reflect and begin to talk about problems and feelings and about what being a man means, when given the time, space and a safe, non-judgemental environment to do so. Male suicide rates  are three times that of their female counterparts and make up about 80% of the prison population. Although men are still the biggest perpetrators of domestic violence, when men are being abused they are also less likely to report it and talk about it. Finding ways to enable men to open up is vital in beginning to transform and deal with some of these issues and the impact this has on girls and women.

I watched ‘All Man’ with my mother and step-father and it was interesting to see my mother’s reaction to the former coal miners who were interviewed. Both my grandfathers had worked underground in the South Wales coalfield and whist the older men interviewed seemed to reflect back to a time where they felt respected and valued, and this work provided them with a clear breadwinner role, my mother, as the daughter of a coalminer saw things slightly differently. She commented that whilst industrial communities were tragically ripped apart in the 1980s for political reasons, life certainly wasn’t always great for the women in these communities. Poverty was a constant factor when she was growing up in the 1950s and 60s as wages were often uncertain and the masculine drinking culture which accompanied these tough jobs and where a lot of the wages were spent [and if you worked in an industry where your life was often on the line, it is hard to argue against men enjoying a drink!] did not always help when trying to organise a home and feed a family. Also the options for women in these communities were very limited in terms of occupations and with such strong gendered traditions, anyone who might have other aspirations (including men), life was even tougher.

I was left with a real feeling of sadness as the show ended and a deep feeling of helplessness. I cried a little at the way the mother of the young men who committed suicide, spoke about the artworks depiction of her lost son and the uncertain futures ahead for all the young men on the programme.  It took me back to the research I did on young men in a post-industrial community and how often things way beyond our control impact on our daily lives in ways both known and unknown.

I look forward to the next two episodes with interest and have ordered some books I have been meaning to read for a while on men and masculinity in former industrial eras. Perhaps I’ll review them in subsequent weeks and publish them here.

‘Tramps like us’ : On the road with Bruce, Part 2.

‘Tramps like us’- Part 2 Chicago

I’m writing this in the airport whilst I wait for my flight back to the UK. It’s going to be a bit rougher than I would like, but I want to write this experience up before I leave, as I am likely to have lots of catching up to do when I get home and this might get pushed down the ‘to do’ list. As I explained in the last entry, field notes should also be written up as soon as possible after the event, so I feel it’s doubly important to get this down before the finer points are forgotten. Warning may contain typos and spoilers!


I have had a few more days in Chicago than Pittsburgh, but due to the insane temperatures, I did not leave my hostel much until the day of the concert. I’m not used to temperatures being much below zero and certainly not minus 15-18 as it has been here, so the first thing that struck me about this city was the cold. With bright blue skies overhead, the city’s skyline looked beautiful, but all I could think about was how hard it was to breathe and how without gloves on, the wind and cold felt like it was burning my skin. Even with jeans and boots on, the lower half of my body felt numb. So I spent the first day here writing up my field notes from Saturday night and checking the Ticketmaster website to see if any tickets for the concert had become available, because due to a slight ticketing mishap on my part, I had arrived without a ticket for the show. Through the Bruce fansites/forums I had found out that venues often release tickets or ‘drop’ tickets the day before the show, but the only tickets that were available were behind the stage, which wasn’t ideal, as I did not want to watch the band perform from behind for 3 and a bit hours. Yet there was one seat which was slightly to the left of the stage, and in a section close to the front. As time was running out, I took it. It gave me a totally different concert experience than ever before and as my favourite sociologist Goffman would put it, it literally let me see into the ‘backstage’ of a Bruce and the E-Street band performance.

I remember being taught about the layout of Chicago during geography lessons in high school and the layout of the city seemed familiar. With the Central Business District [CBD] spreading out from the city in a semi-circle/zone and with other semi circles/zones leading off from this, it seemed easy to get around. Forcing myself out of my hostel in the afternoon before the show, I went to explore Lake Michigan and the downtown area. The city surrounds the lake shore and it must be a wonderful place to come in the summer, but today the beach was covered in snow and ice and in part the lake had seemed to have frozen where it had washed up on the shoreline. After some advice from a local, instead of paying a lot of money to go up to an observatory deck in a high-rise building, I took the free elevator/life to the 95th floor where there was a bar. Here I could have a pre-Bruce beer overlooking the skyline of Chicago. While drinking my overpriced $10/£7 beer, I got chatting to a couple who were going to the concert that night, when they told me that they had to pay ‘silly money’ to get tickets as the concert was sold out, I kept just kept quiet and nodded. As time was ticking on, and the venue, the United Centre was a half hour train ride away, I paid the bill and left.



‘I’m on Fire’

This was the first back-to-back Bruce show I have ever done, so my excitement wasn’t at the levels it was a few days ago in Pittsburgh until I got off at the train station opposite the venue. I was not entirely sure where it was, but I spotted a couple who looked like typical Bruce fans [white, middle aged] and ask them if they were going to the show, and it turned out that my ‘BruceDar’ was correct, they were. Both, like the people in Pittsburgh, seemed impressed with how far I had travelled to see the show. As we walked to the venue through the cold streets, busy with traffic, we chatted about all things Bruce and how tickets were so hard to come by. Again, I kept quiet. When we approached the arena, there were already long lines of people waiting to go in. The couple I had been talking to had a different entrance gate to the one on my ticket, so we said out goodbyes. My line was already beginning to move when I joined it, and a couple came in behind me with two small boys, both aged under ten. With a huge picture of Bruce being projected onto the stadium above me, I turned and mentioned that bringing children was a clear example of great parenting skills and we all laughed. Both had been fans for many years and had been to around 30 shows, but it was the first time they that they have brought their sons. They asked me if I was touring the states watching Bruce, and I explained my story again. As we neared the entrance doors, I remarked on a picture of a handgun with the words, ‘no guns’ stuck on the door. Telling the family all about the used-car salesman from Pittsburgh, both parents groaned and told me that they hoped that I had met many other ‘genuine Americans’ on my trip and as we parted, they stressed that even though Bruce does attract all sorts of ‘crazies’, I should not think that all Americans thought like the used-car salesman. For the first time ever at any concert, my ticket was on my mobile phone, so when the assistant scanned my phone and it gave a reassuring beep, I breathed a small sigh of relief. The assistant printed out a small receipt, with my section and seat number on it, and I was in.

I bought another expensive beer and went to find my seat. The seat was behind the stage as expected, but I was much closer to it I thought I was would be. It was just behind the left hand side of the stage, with a great side view. Again I got chatting to other people who had arrived early, this time to Joe who worked in I.T and was born in Bruce’s home state of New Jersey and had moved to Chicago in 1999. Joe told me that he had seen his first Bruce show back in 1976, on the Born to Run tour, in a smallish venue in New York. And while he hadn’t seen as many shows as Pam from Pittsburgh, he had been to a show on every tour since then, quite some feat, following an artist for 40 years! As the start of the show crept closer, a couple [man and woman] came into the row behind me. Both seemed to be quite excited and the woman kept asking if Bruce would see her in these seats and if she would still get to dance with him. I turned in surprise and expressed admiration as from the way she was talking, it sounded as if they had met him before the show. The woman replied she was indeed going to dance with Bruce and it had been arranged. When I replied that I hoped he would be able to find her from back here, the man replied rather haughtily, “his people know where we are”.

When the lights dimmed a few minutes later and the band walked underneath the section and up onto the stage, the crowd burst into applause and everyone around me stood up and started cheering. I could see Patti and Steve a few feet below me and I had no need for the big screen above my head.

‘Taking It Easy’

The show opener with the same number, ‘Meet me in the City’ as the opening night of the tour in Pittsburgh and followed up with The River, in it’s entirely as expected. For the first hour of the show, I found it very hard to concentrate on the music. Being this close to the stage, I could see all the work that goes on whilst the band are on stage, most of which is normally hidden from the view of the audience in the backstage area. The guitarists [Pattie, Steve, Nils and Susie who stand to the left and right of Bruce] all have a separate guitar technician and change guitars after every song. Lines of guitars fill up the area and their technicians are constantly re-tuning, or opening or shutting cases and getting things ready for the next song. Up until now I had only ever thought it was Bruce who did this, with Kevin Burrell, who often has to catch a guitar that Bruce throws back to him, but this gave me a whole new perspective to how many people must work on a E-Street band show. Whoever was responsible for Patti’s guitars, was not having a very good night as he kept dropping things, fell over at one point and seemed to be getting a bit of a telling off from Mrs Bruce [Patti is Bruce’s partner]. The drummer, Max Weinberg, also seemed to change drum sticks and had a collection of different types [I’m no drummer] and different styles for each song. What also became apparent, was that while Bruce was the focal point of the show from the crowds’ perspective, he was also the focal point for everyone on the stage, as they all seemed to be watching him for changes and instructions. I could really see how ‘the boss’ really is ‘the boss’ from this close. [Spoiler ahead!] What was also slightly disappointing was that the stories Bruce told about his songs so eloquently in Pittsburgh, were all displayed on the teleprompter in front of his mic stand. I had always assumed these were off the cuff, but seeing this now, it all looked much more pre-planned. Reflecting on this, the afternoon after the show, it makes more sense to me now. If you want to make sure these stories are heard by your fans at each venue, there needs to be some structure and order to them, so everyone can experience them the same way.

I didn’t tear up till Bruce was introducing ‘Independence Day’, which I must have paid more attention to tonight. He told us that the song was a conversation between a father and son and that the lyrics tell the story about the compromises parents make and the dreams that die as people get older, dreams that people’s children are mostly unaware of. Next up was my bathroom break, ‘Hungry Heart’ and another guy in the row opposite me, must have also had the same idea as we rose in unison. On our way to the toilets, I asked him if he disliked this song as much as I did, to which he smiled and told me that he hated it almost as much as ‘Waiting on a Sunny Day’, which tramps seem to hate. For the next 5 minutes we talked about how many other songs could replace it and after getting a beer from the bar, we parted and returned to our seats.

After The River album had been played fully, Bruce and the band proceeded through a number of hits, some of which had been changed from Saturday. It was good to hear more songs, but as ever, there are always song that I want to hear and aren’t, I’m never happy! I was really surprised that Bruce messed up twice on ‘No Surrender’, stopping the band and exclaiming in shock, “I can’t remember how it goes”, before laughing and humming the opener under his breath and starting it properly on the third attempt.

The encore began with a cover of The Eagles song, ‘Taking it Easy’, as a tribute to The Eagles Guitarist Glen Frey, who died on Monday. Bruce did this song alone, standing in the spotlight with an acoustic guitar. Unlike with ‘Rebel, Rebel’ the tribute to David Bowie on Saturday, he did not introduce the song, or pay tribute to the musician, he just started the song in a soft, quite voice. The crowd quickly joined in and 100s of mobile phones were held aloft and the arena was filled with small white lights, it felt truly special. After he’d finished the house lights went on and the band burst into Born to Run and everyone joined in. That euphoric feeling overtook me once more, and again I thought, this is why I come to multiple shows. This was followed by one of my favourites ‘Dancing in the Dark’. It is during this song when Bruce usually gets somebody [usually female] up from the crowd to dance with him. I looked behind to see that the couple who had informed me about dancing with Bruce (and that Bruce’s ‘people’ knew where they were sitting) had not moved. In fact, Bruce went further than I’ve ever seen him go to pull up someone from the audience to dance with him, he jumped off the stage and ran around the side of the crowd to the middle section of the arena and pulled up a woman, who looked to be in her late 60s up onto the nearby platform, I smiled to myself, being ‘in the know’ obviously doesn’t work everytime! The said couple left soon afterwards. The show ended with Rosealita and Shout, and I sat on my own again for a few moments as I had done in Pittsburgh, before braving the crowds and the cold Chicago night and walked back to my hostel.

As Bruce put it during the concert, “we only have a finite time to do something good”, and after this wonderful time over the past few months, which has given me so many new experiences, I hope to take these words with me into whatever challenges the future holds.

I don’t know when I will post again, but the sociologist on tour will be back!


Set list

Meet Me in the City

The Ties That Bind

Sherry Darling

Jackson Cage

Two Hearts

Independence Day

Hungry Heart

Out in the Street

Crush on You

You Can Look (But You Better Not Touch)

I Wanna Marry You

The River

Point Blank

Cadillac Ranch

I’m a Rocker

Fade Away

Stolen Car


The Price You Pay

Drive All Night

Wreck on the Highway


No Surrender

Cover Me

She’s the One

Human Touch

The Rising

Thunder Road


Take It Easy (Eagles cover) (Solo acoustic)

Born to Run

Dancing in the Dark

Rosalita (Come Out Tonight)

Shout (The Isley Brothers cover)

‘Tramps Like Us’: On the road with Bruce, Part 1

‘Screen Door Slams’


So whilst the Vancouver part of this trip is over, the journey home is not going to be a quiet one, with not one, but two Bruce Springsteen shows on the way back to the UK. The dust has settled since the first one took place on Saturday night and I feel ready to write this report. This isn’t great fieldwork practice, as any ethnographer or fieldworker knows, fieldnotes should be written up as soon as possible after the observed event. This is so that the writer can create as accurate an account as possible of the setting, people or occasion being studied. However, it always takes me a few days to process a Bruce performance and on a very cold day in Chicago [-16 degrees Celsius/4 degrees Fahrenheit], as I won’t be going very far from my Hostel, it feels an ideal time to get this out from my fieldnotes [small memos recorded on my mobile phone] and onto the page. Also as I am due to see Bruce play again here tomorrow, there is another report to come in the next few days!

‘Long Time Coming’

It’s been almost two and half years since I last saw Bruce and the E Street band play in Cardiff’s Millennium Stadium on July 23rd 2013. When the tour dates were announced in December and I saw he was going to be the US in January, I knew I couldn’t pass on the opportunity to see him once more, especially being much closer to the action in Vancouver than the UK. So I decided to extend my stay in Canada and get tickets [not an easy task, as the Ticketmaster site was super busy] for his opening two shows in Pittsburgh [Jan 16th] and Chicago [Jan 19th] to see him play on the way home. My preference is always to stand at concerts and get the ‘pit experience’ [the small section closest to the stage] but I could only get seated tickets for both shows, which was slightly disappointing, but still, a Bruce show, is a Bruce show and I was looking forward to it.

‘From Small Things (big things one day come)’

The flight from Vancouver to Pittsburgh landed Friday evening and by the time I got on the bus into the city, I could see by the collection of different T-Shirts around me, that other ‘trampers’ [Bruce fans] had begun to arrive. I got chatting to two fans, sitting near to me, Pam and Steve, who were both from the states and lifelong Bruce fans. Pam later told me she’d been to see around 300 shows since the late 1970s! I think my interest and how far I have traveled surprised them both. Whenever Bruce fans get together at concerts, a few things tend to happen and this occasion was no exception. Fans tend to talk about obscure song choices, how many shows they are going to on a specific tour, ticket problems, and opinions on how much longer Bruce and the E-Street band will keep going. Steve had tickets for three shows and Pam four, I was envious, but there will always be people who have the opportunity or economic means to go to more shows. I saw one person on a Bruce fan site claiming he or she had tickets to 13 shows on this tour!

On the bus journey in from the airport, me and my new Bruce buds chatted about all things Springsteen, oblivious to the other passengers who filled up the bus the closer we got to downtown. Getting off in a new place is always a bit daunting, especially in the dark. I had booked a room through the travel site Air B and B, which was much cheaper than any of the hotels in town, but it was a bit of distance away so I needed to get a cab there. As Pam had been to the city before, she was kind enough to take me under her wing and told me there would be plenty of them outside her hotel, so she would show me where it was. As we walked through downtown we talked about the UK and I found out she’d studied there for a while, and also toured Europe to see Bruce. When we got to the hotel we parted, but before I got in my cab, we swopped twitter details, and planned to try and meet up over the weekend.

On the ten-minute journey to the place I was staying on the North Shore of the city, the friendly cab driver told me all about the industrial heritage of the city and region. Coming from a country where the manufacturing and heavy industries have all but disappeared, I was surprised to hear that there were still coal mines and blast furnaces in the area and across Pennsylvania more generally. These were the ‘real jobs, for real men’ that had once shaped the area of Wales where I grew up and the disappearance of these types of jobs, and the impact this has had on those communities, has been a central core of my work on masculinities. As I was to learn over the weekend, the blue collar worker and white working classes that this industry produced, are still very much alive here, and very proud of their heritage. Given the UK governments continual erosion and selling off of these key industries, which has changed the social, economic, cultural and political landscape of Britain, I could feel a strong affinity already growing to this place.

After a takeaway pizza and an early night, I set out around noon to explore the city before the show in the evening. In the daylight the area I was in looked very similar to the South Wales Valleys, with houses built in rows across a hill all leading down to a wide river, with alleyways leading off them. The mountain side looked grey and dark, with bare trees, again similar to back home and surprising, just like the Valleys, a number of small churches or chapels scatter throughout the streets. After spending so many months in Vancouver, where more or less everything is built out of glass and wood, what struck me most about the area and the city, was the amount of stone and brick work around. As I crossed into downtown across one of the city’s approximately 400 bridges, I realised that this might be an old city, but again it was one that was strangely familiar.


I started with a beer and brunch at a place called Meat and Potatoes, where all the staff wore T-Shirts with ‘This is a Meat and Potatoes Kinda Town’ stamped across the back. Another link I thought back to the industrial heritage of the town, as these would once have been part of main diet of manual workers. This was about where the links ended as this place was giving off a very large hipster vibe, this was confirmed when the beer I ordered was served in a Jam Jar. After eating [eggs and bacon] I went to check out the Monongahela Incline, a cable car journey up a very steep cliff.


This gave me a great view of the city skyscrapers, bridges, stadiums and the surrounding areas. The river, which was one of three flowing through the city, would wind its way down towards the Monongahela valley, another industrial area, which I had heard about in the Bruce Springsteen song Youngstown.



This view was another reminder that Bruce o’ clock was fast approaching. Although I was very tempted to go to the Andy Warhol museum [who was born and raised here] time was running out so I opted for another beer in a nearby bar, before catching the cable car back down the incline, and headed across the city for the Consol Energy Centre where the concert was to take place. I aimed to have another drink beforehand, but all the bars near the stadium were packed with concert goers, and with a long line already growing at the entrance to the stadium, I decided to join it and get in, I was too excited to hang around any longer.

‘Glory Days’

Although it was only 5:45pm, and the doors were not supposed to open till 6:00pm, a large crowd had already gathered at the entrance. Whilst waiting for them to let us in, [those lucky enough to have General Admission/ standing tickets were able to go in first] I got chatting to an older man who was a local used-car salesman’s and his wife. In the ten to fifteen minutes we chatted, he struck me as being the least likely Springsteen fan I had ever met. This was his first time seeing him and he had bought his wife tickets for Christmas. Both were completely shocked that I had come all this way to see Bruce in their city and they asked me what I thought about America and surprisingly Obama, who they were not fans of. The husband of the couple then proceeded to tell me where America was going wrong in the world, and how he hoped Donald Trump would sort the country out. He blamed Muslims, and told me how he thought Iraq should have been ‘blown back to the stone age’. He also asked me what Tony Blair was up to these days and mentioned how great (!) a guy he had been and how us Brits were the only ones who stood by America after 9/11. Trying not to ask too many questions in case I stopped his rant, I gently asked him what he thought about all the talk of tightening up gun ownership, to which he replied ‘it’s un-American’ and that he wasn’t giving up his own guns. When I asked how many he had, he told me that he had a whole range of hand guns, assault rifles and hunting rifles. The later he was going to use to hunt bears with when he went up to Ontario with his old Army buddies later in the year. His wife was very quick to tell me she wasn’t very keen on guns, but that her husband had been showing her how to shoot one lately, as he’d told her things were getting bad these days and so she might need to know how to do this someday. The husband muttered that he was annoyed that he couldn’t bring his small handgun in with him tonight, and that he had had to leave it in the car. Before we could continue this conversation any longer, the doors opened and we were let in. I could see why the used-car salesman couldn’t bring in his gun, we all had to pass through a metal detector inside the entrance.

I grabbed a beer [at $10 around £7 per can, I wasn’t going to have many!] and took my seat. It was in the lower level about half way down the stadium, not a great seat, but it was on the end of the row which meant I could get up when I wanted. With almost an hour to go before the show, the arena was filling up slowly, but I was just happy to take in the experience whilst sipping my expensive beer. Thankfully I didn’t have to wait long to meet some more Americans, this time some people who really got Bruce, sat down near me. David and his wife Noreen were from Altoona [which I had heard mentioned on a film once] and they had traveled to the city that afternoon. Both were a little older than the couple on the way in, but neither has seen Bruce before and were again surprised at how far I had come. David seemed to be the polar opposite to the used-car salesman. He was a high school history teacher, who hated guns, loved Obama and was truly embarrassed by Donald Trump and what he was saying about his country. Strangely, he also seemed to be a big fan of Tony Blair, which as I didn’t want to ruin the moment, I let it pass. As the show crept closer, we continued to chat and the crowd filled up, I looked around and something dawned on me, everyone was white. After months of being in a diverse city like Vancouver, I was a little taken aback that it had taken me so long to realise it, as the night wore on, apart from a few member of arena staff, the audience was 99.9% white and with an average age of about 50.

‘Dancing in the Dark’

Finally, after what seemed an age, the lights went out, the crowd went wild and on came the E Street Band. One by one members of the band took the stage and I ticked them off mentally in my head [Max, Gary, Roy, Susie, Nils, Stevie, Patti, Charlie, Jake] and last, but by no means least Bruce. It was like seeing old familiar faces, but part of it still felt unreal and I caught myself saying, there they are! My attention was now fully turned to the stage and for most of the next 3 hours and 20 minutes, I was entirely focused  on the music and the people enjoying it around me.

Bruce had already announced that this tour would consist of playing the 1980 album The River, in its entirely start to finish along with some B-sides and other songs thrown in after it. Yet the opener which was the re-released B-side ‘Meet me in the City’ was a little surprising and slightly disappointing as most of the crowd were unaware of it. It was only when the band burst into ‘The Ties That Bind’, that open the album, that the crowd became really alive and I felt a lump in my throat and tears come into my eyes, the show was really underway. I thought, this is the reason why I come to see Bruce again and again, this mixture of shared happiness and euphoria, but something which was also twined with a little sadness. My emotions were truly all over the place.

The next hour and half were a solid journey through what Bruce described as a “first attempt to write about the commitments of home and marriage…and also about crushes, sex, partying and all the fun stuff before marriage even becomes a question, before need reveals vulnerability, before desire requires promises that might not be kept”. It’s dark in places such as Independence Day, and the title track The River [which features in my book acknowledgments] but fun and lively in other places [I’m a Rocker, Cadillac Ranch], it also, for me anyway, has Springsteen’s worse song on it [even worse than Girl in their Summer Clothes, or Queen of the Supermarket] Hungry Heart.

When this came up, this was my cue for a toilet break, and even though it was a stupid price, another beer! Hearing the title track ‘The River’ live was special, when it was played at Glastonbury in 2009, I remember crying all the way through it, but not on this occasion, not even a tear, which again was a surprise. It did have an effect on David though, after the s0ng had finished he grabbed me and shouted in my ear, ‘I’ve been waiting 30 years for that’!

When Bruce had finished the closing track ‘Death on the Highway’, he announced, ‘Don’t worry, we got a few more for ya’ and burst into ‘Badlands’ and the crowd again went wild. At that moment, I thought, right that’s business over with, now for the fun stuff. My highlight of the night came a few minutes later, with ‘Backstreets’, off the 1975 Born to Run album. I’d been to 6 previous concerts, but never heard it, tonight I did and while The River didn’t set off the tears, Backstreets did, and they streamed down my face. It’s a song about an intense summer romance or friendship between two people, one of whom is called Terry. The song has caused debate within fan circles for years, as Terry is never explicitly referred to with any specific gender in the 1978 lyrics. Is the song about love between two men rather than a heterosexual relationship? I would  like to think that the line ‘Remember all the movies, Terry, we’d go see, trying to learn to walk like the heroes we thought we had to be’, sums up the end of youth and the pressure to act in a certain masculine way and therefore indicates that the characters are both male.

The encore began with a quick speech from Bruce about David Bowie, who had died earlier that week, before belting out his song Rebel Rebel as a tribute. The shows ending included all the classics, like Dancing in the Dark [with the usual woman pulled up onto stage to dance at the end of the song], Rosalita and Born to Run. This is the moment during concerts when all the lights in the house go on and EVERYONE seems to sing in unison and be together as one. The Bruce power drive [sorry I couldn’t resist adding it in at least once!] usually reaches it’s crescendo during this song and the crowd always seem to scream the lyrics “ain’t that young anymore” especially loud. Tonight was no exception and I took a moment to look at the people standing around me,dancing, singing and smiling. Again, I thought, this is why I come again and again. It’s not just the music, which often feels like a soundtrack to my life, but this feeling of community, this ‘in it’ together spirit.It is something that I have never found it in another artist.


After the concert finished I sat there in a bit of a post-Bruce haze. I had stood for the best part of three and a half hours and I was shattered. I waited for the crowed to file out and took in the now emptying arena. I am often glad to be on my own when I feel like this, as I couldn’t speak and just wanted to process things and sit quietly. David tapped me on the shoulder and gave me a big bear hug which I hadn’t been expecting, he said how nice it was to have met me and that if he was ever in Wales he would look me up. He kept shaking his head and saying things like, wow, that was just wow as we briefly chatted. A few minutes later I made my way outside, and the cold air felt really good. Although my ears were ringing and feet were aching, the post-Bruce buzz  was still there and would be for the remainder of my 45 minute walk home through downtown, across the Andy Warhol Bridge and up the North Shore. I thought how lucky I was that in a few days’ time, I was going to get a chance to repeat this experience all over again. During the concert Bruce told us “time catches up with us all, we have a limited amount of it to do what we can”. He and the E Street band will not be around forever, so my advice to you is to get out there and see him, before it is too late!

Set List

Meet Me In The City

The Ties That Bind

Sherry Darling

Jackson Cage

Two Hearts

Independence Day

Hungry Heart

Out in the Street

Crush on You

You Can Look (But You Better Not Touch)

I Wanna Marry You

The River

Point Blank

Cadillac Ranch

I’m a Rocker

Fade Away

Stolen Car


The Price You Pay

Drive All Night

Wreck on the Highway


Wrecking Ball


Because the Night

Brilliant Disguise

The Rising

Thunder Road

Rebel Rebel

Bobby Jean

Dancing in the Dark

Born to Run

Rosalita (Come Out Tonight)


Final Thoughts!

My first post of 2016 is a sad one, it’s my last day in Vancouver. The sociologist on tour is going home, back to Wales. But it’s not over just yet! I am taking a detour on my way home to check out one of my idols, Bruce Springsteen play in two concert in the United States. The first in Pittsburgh on Saturday 16th and the second in Chicago on Tuesday 19th.  I aim to write two field reports from these events, as Bruce concerts are always full sociological interest. Bruce has played an important part in my life and I closed the acknowledgements section of my book with some lyrics from one of his most powerful songs, The River.

The River for me captured many of the things I tried to say in my book about how men are often brought up to do certain jobs in certain communities, but when these jobs change due to circumstance beyond an individual’s control [“lately there ain’t been much work, on account of the economy”] ordinal lives can unravel and futures become uncertain. The song is a dark reminder of love and loss, not just the loss of one’s own expectations of life yet to be lived, but one’s youth. The song was written about Bruce’s own sister in the early 1980s and ironically, given the material covered in the song, the couple featured in the lyrics, are actually still together. The haunting line in the final part of the song “Is a dream a lie if it don’t come true. Or is it something worse?” always sends shivers down my spine. But before I get to see Bruce, I have to get through leaving this wonderful city and beautiful country.

It’s been 5 months exactly since I landed here in August and that time has gone by in a blur. I’ve gotten used to the different English phrases used here and the somewhat slower pace of life and how waiting to be seated, order, and pay in almost any bar, cafe or restaurant is the norm. The politeness of most people in the city is almost infectious, although most of the Vancouverites I’ve spoke to about this tend to disagree with me, but I suspect most of them have never spent any length of time in London. I have also noticed that due to a different drinking culture, I drank less this Christmas and New Year than I have for about 17 years. But of course, as I have written about in this blog previously, alongside the glorious mountains, lakes and beaches with surround this city, there is also more worrying aspects to life here. For me the huge problem with homelessness, or those extremely vulnerable in the Downtown Eastside always reminds me that not everybody is experiencing this city the same. Every time I pick up the free paper on the bus or sky-train, there are also many articles about how little affordable housing is in the city and the pressures this impacts on people trying to get onto the housing market which impacts disproportionately on those aged under 30. The atrocities still committed towards First Nations [Aboriginal] people and the large levels of poverty in their communities, still also shocks me.

Apart from the city life, I will also be sad to leave my friends in the city and colleagues that I have made at Simon Fraser University [SFU]. The Gender, Sexuality and Women’s Studies department has been a great place to work and conduct research. I’ve been made to think many times about gender identity and issues surrounding sexuality and equality from those working around me. One of the strengths of the department is that there are so many different disciplines represented by those who work here, social science, performance studies, trans studies, critical queer poetry, history, political science, food studies, and communication studies to name just a few. I’ve felt welcomed and valued, something which in the past I have struggled with.  Furthermore, I’ve felt inspired by great feminist colleagues and that I have found a home for my work, and did not have to justify why I was undertaking research into men and masculinities. Which brings me to the research I conducted here and which filled up most of my time.

I conduced face to face interviews with 13 young men at SFU who were the first in their family to attend university. We discussed their experience of higher education and what this meant in terms of masculinity in their home communities. Six of these participants then joined me for a focus group which discussed issues of masculinity further. I found most were very articulate about gender [the sample was drawn from across different courses at the university] and ideas around masculinity, more so than in my interviews with young men of the same age [19-32] in the UK. Whilst the data analysis is still ongoing, I do want to share some of my initial findings as I think they are important.

1) I have been surprised by how aware these young men were about the saturated graduate labour market and were under no illusion that a degree alone would be enough to find meaningful employment. Many young people I interview in the UK about these issues seemed to be unaware about it.

2) Another important emerging finding seems to be that for working-class men, studying at an institution of higher education means performing their masculinity in a different way to their home communities and often having to justify their decisions to undertake the course they study to their fathers and other male members of their family. Place [like in my book] impacted on who they could be and who they could become in their home communities, and university offered an alternative.

3)  In the UK literature, on many university campuses, a culture of hyper masculinity seems to operate, at SFU this did not seem to be the case and across the whole sample, the young men struggled with this concept. It is often termed ‘ladism’, but I don’t wish to use this term, as I find it unhelpful for tackling these issues, and in particular pathologises certain practices and behaviours which link back to working-class men, without acknowledging the irony of it being conducted by white middle-class young men.

The analysis is still ongoing, and I will continue to work on it and turn it into publications on my return to the UK, so things might change, but for now, the study has been really interesting and I thank all those who took part.

That’s about it from me in Canada, but the sociologist on tour will return with two reports on Bruce Springsteen in the next few days, but after this who knows! I will try and give an update on this blog each month, as I really enjoyed writing it, and there always feels so much more to say about life, but until next time, I’ll see you further on up the road!









Christmas in Vancouver

So this week, as it’s Christmas, here is a festive related post and my last of 2015, as I am taking a few weeks off. I came across this song on the radio today about a Vancouver Christmas, which I found quite funny and the inspiration for this post.

I’m not the greatest fan of Christmas, I’m not religious and the commercial capitalism of it all drives me crazy. In my younger years, I worked in retail over the period and it was frantic, stressful and truly miserable. I remember one year I started work on the 23rd December [probably one of the busiest shopping days of the year] at 5am in a supermarket and struggled to find a parking space, as customers were already in the store and shopping like it was the onset of the apocalypse.  Another year where I worked in an office in Lincoln, I moaned and groaned about it all and I was nicknames the Grinch and when I came back from Lunch one day, found that my desk had been decorated to get me into the spirit of it! Don’t get me wrong, I like food, drink and presents as much as the next person, and watching It’s a Wonderful Life is always a pleasure. I also like to receive and give gifts, but on the whole, I find that the whole thing a little bit exhausting.

As a child, I really enjoyed the whole Santa/ Father Christmas charade. There is an old home video somewhere of me jumping around screaming ‘it’s a tele’ when at the age of nine or ten I had opened a big cardboard box with a small television in it, it felt like magic! But a year later I felt devastated when I found out he wasn’t real. I came across a board game [Subbuteo] that was on my Christmas list at the bottom of my mother’s wardrobe, and when I later took it out from under the tree on Christmas Day and unwrapped the same game, I put two and two together and that was it. As a teenage I enjoyed going to the pub with friends on Christmas Eve, and then staggering out of bed at midday and sitting down to a big turkey dinner and getting back on the beer and drinking through till the New Year. However, as the years went by I grew more and more uncomfortable seeing my mother come close to a meltdown each year, as she felt she HAD TO do everything perfect, decorations, tree, shopping, presents, chocolates, drink, turkey etc. I also got to feeling guilty that I could more or less sit there, whilst I and other family members, guests etc. would come and be fed and watered. Going out for the all-important Christmas dinner, is one way to avoid all this, but this just puts the stress and strain onto someone else, mostly underpaid service sector workers. The hassle of getting the right presents, especially when funds have been tight, or fighting through warm, over crowded shopping malls has also made me come close to giving up on humanity!

That’s why I find being away from Christmas this year so nice and a bit of an escape as it’s something different to the norm and I can escape lots of the usual things. The one big difference I’ve discovered being in Canada is the lack of alcohol related Christmas festivities. The departmental Christmas ‘doo’, was more of a buffet lunch at the campus restaurant for an hour, and then everyone went back to work. No booze was consumed. I repeat, no booze! When explaining to those at my table that in the UK a Christmas ‘doo’ usually consisted of a bit of food, hours of drinking and maybe a bit of dancing over the course of an afternoon, I was met with laughter, shock and surprise. I told my partner about this and she also laughed, saying that her works ‘doo’ was also a ‘dry’ event. Pubs also close early on Christmas eve and like it is in Australia [the site of my other non-UK Christmas in 2005] it is an evening to be spent with family. So, maybe missing a UK Christmas is more than a nice change, it’s actually good for my health!

I plan on spending the rest of today writing and editing chapters for my forthcoming book on the role of gender in research relationships. If I had my way, I’d probably do this tomorrow as well, and spend the rest of the day watching Bruce Springsteen concerts on YouTube and escape the whole thing. But even here I can’t escape it entirely and tomorrow I’ll spent it with my partner’s family and also through the technological wonder that is SKYPE, speak to my own family. So whilst I won’t as Tim Minchin excellently puts it, be drinking white wine in the sun this Christmas, , I will do my best to relax and put a brave face on it, it is Christmas after all

See you in 2016!

Shared language, but oh so different

Since I arrived in Canada back in August, I have been keeping a list of words that differ from the UK. I don’t this is an exhaustive list, but here are the one’s I have noted down.


Tuque – Bobble hat

Runner- Trainers

Track pants – Jogging/tracksuit bottoms

Food and drink related

Orange Pekoe – Normal Bog Standard, cheap as chips tea

Poutine – Gravy and chips with cheese

Homo Milk – Milk that is somewhere between whole and skimmed/skim [see below]

Skim milk –Skimmed milk

Donair kebob – Doner Kebab


Server- Waitress/waiter

Growler- Take out beer

Stove top-hob

Grill- broiler

Mickey – Small bottle of alcohol


Line up -Queue

Fire Hall –Fire station

Closing out sale – Closing down sale

Negative [temperatures]- Minus

Hydro bill- Electricity, because it come from a hydroelectric source [not water bill!]

Flight of beer- Sample of beer

Meet the teacher night/curriculum night- Parents evening

Portable container- Skip

Acetaminophen- Paracetamol

Relator- Estate agent

Flipping- Buying a house to let/sell quickly

Will call – Collect or pick up a concert ticket at the venue

Pylon- Traffic cone

Dish soap- Washing up liquid

Clue [board game]- Cluedo

T.J max – T.K max

Multistory car-park – Parkade

Washrooms – Toilet/Bathroom

Other random terms

Looney – One Dollar coin [due to the bird pictured on the coin]

Tooney – Two Dollar coin

“I got there at about 4pm [or other time] with change” – Arrived a little after/time to spare

Gong show – It went a little crazy

Book Launch 22nd October 2015

So this is a little late, but better than never!

On the evening of Thursday 22nd October 2015 the Department of Gender, Sexuality and Women’s Studies at Simon Fraser University were kind enough to help me celebrate and launch my book From Labouring to Learning.


I have been based here since September and I knew that my book was going to come out whilst I was away from the UK. I had half hoped to have a launch event when I got back, and while I still haven’t given up on this idea, it looks less likely as time goes on and the longer the book has been out. However, on hearing this in October, the head of department, Professor Lara Campbell told me that this could not pass without a celebration and hastily arranged a public event in the downtown campus. Lara thought it would an ideal opportunity for me to meet other scholars across the university. It also coincided with my father’s visit, which was handy.

I am used to talking about my work to academic audiences at conferences, but knowing that my father and a large group of friends who had not heard me speak before in this sort of context and would be present, left me feeling a little nervous. I was also aware that many people who would be present wouldn’t have much knowledge of Wales or the South Wales Valleys, so I opted to keep the sociological jargon to a minimum and my presentation was full of maps, photos and quotes from the young men who the book is about. The evening was very well attended and it was a pleasure to be able to talk in front of so many people about the work that I did.

The event got off to a bit of a tricky start at it seemed my UK laptop was not compatible with the Canada projector, or the mass of cables that were coiled up on the floor. So, acting like the great department chair she is, Lara pulled out her IPhone and a bag of connectors. I emailed her my slides and she quickly had my talk up on the screen. Good to go, marvelous!

I began by reading some extract from the book and spoke about how important the industrial heritage of place is in constructing the lives of people who still live in de-industrial communities.  I then outlined the contents of the book and chose to focus on one group of young men I followed during the research, who I term The Geeks for the remainder of the talk. The Geeks were a group of young men who seemed to be the academic achievers in their year group and who performed a studious display of masculinity by working hard in school and achieving top grades in order to go to university. But the pressure to comply to stereotypical macho or boyish behaviour (e.g. drinking large amounts of alcohol, sexism) was strong and on occasion they came unstuck and could not always achieve what they wanted.


Me at the launch.

The event ended with some thoughtful questions by members of the audience and a general discussion about the differences and similarities between de-industrial communities in Wales and Canada. The province of British Columbia is littered with old mining towns and has suffered many of the same problems that have occurred in Wales. However, the towns in Canada seem to more fluid and turn into ‘ghost towns’ and the population move out. In Wales, or the South Wales valleys in particular, this doesn’t seem to have been the case. I wonder if this is partly to do with the continual growth and youthfulness of Canada, well youthful in the sense of white western expansion, (the first nations people have been here for 1000s of years) and its continual immigration and influx of outsiders. To draw the evening to a conclusion, we celebrated with a good old British tradition tea and biscuits, before heading to the pub!

The interest in the book has surprised me. Over the past few months I have conducted interviews with BBC Radio Wales in the UK and here on local radio in Vancouver. This second one you can listen to here. The book has also appeared in the Times Higher Education in November, and was given a glowing review. My publishers have also submitted the book for two book prizes, which I will find out about next spring. I was also told my friends recently that it is ‘currently out of stock’ on the UK Amazon site. It all feels kind of unreal, but it is truly humbling that people have taken an interest in it and it can only help raise awareness of the many issues that young people are dealing with in marginalized communities.