Courtesy of Shirley, the Grauniad and the conduit Xen.
I love this cover version of a favourite song…
I was just lucky, Xen, big bro in a punk band that did ok, so “guest list” quite a lot, inc the Roxy. And born at just the right time for it (ok, technically I was “underage” for some of the clubs but back then, they never asked if you looked the part and age).
Right my Joy Division story: Me and my mate were walking down King St, Hudds, “alternatively” dressed as these bunch of lads were coming out of the Coachouse Club. They said “Is there a decent pub around here?”, we said “We’re going down the Wharf, come if you want” so they said ” Yeah but we want some chips” so we took them to the chippy next to Johnnys nightclub cos the one on King Street wasn’t open at night. Then they came down the Wharf with us and of course we chatted and they were playing that night so we said “So, you’re Joy Division, then?”. They said “Yeah”, bought us a couple of drinks, then off they went. They said “We’ll leave your names on the door”. And they did too. I have been trying to remember the gig. It is not an outstanding one.
Nice one, 51. 🙂
TOTP 1982 now. Pretty shite. But. Wait. The Bunnymen doing Back of Love! Oh, the times I cut a rug – & prolly a few damn silly poses – to this one at the Thursday night indy disco…
Folks think punks and post punks were a bunch of thugs, Xen, and nothing could be further from …. We dressed to recognise each other, we rocked against racism, we fought for the firefighters. We was, all in all, a good bunch. 😀 x
Too true, 51.
The real thugs when I started going to pubs were more likely to be buying Haircut 100 & Nik Kershaw records…
Saw the Specials when they were the Coventry Automatics. Then 3 of them became the Fun Boy 3. Does that count, I wonder?
I can confidently say I have never seen Crystal Gayle.
I saw Neville Staples in a village outside Barcelona. Does that count? 😉
Anyhoo, better say nn. Nn… x
That’s sad news Gramps.
Don’t make ’em like ”Hilda” anymore.
Nn Xen xx
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