I call this, “don’t hate me because I’m beautiful.” You know even in the throes of middle age, I still find falls and farts funny.
A while back, on the dreaded blog killing Facebook, a buddy of mine challenged me to name 50 bands I had seen live. It was interesting because I’,ve seen 100s of bands but remembering 50 wasn’t so easy for this old burn out. Here’s some very varied ones off the top of my head…
Sha Na Na, Rod Stewart, Joan Baez, Pete Seger (The Weavers), MDC, Operation Ivy, Bo Didley, Swa, DOA, Fugazi, No Means No, Return to Forever, Alan Holdsworth, Hank Williams Jr., Youth Brigade, English Dogs, Stanley Clarke, Slightly Stoopid, Kittie, Willie Nelson, Kansas, Yellowman, Siouxsie & The Banshees, Bad Religion, Bad Brains, Capitalist Casualties, Venom, Cypress Hill, Beastie Boys, Creedle, Slayer, Bl’ast, Kris Kristofferson, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Mr. Bungle, Primus, Meat Puppets, The Hitch, NOFX, Crimpshrine, Capitol Punishment, War, Skatalites, Dieselhed, Exodus, B B King, Dr Know, Final Conflict, Dead Kennedys, English Beat, Bo Diddly, Link Wray…
This was a pretty memorable show, even though the headliner was pretty weak in my opinion, too Exploited, GBH-ish. Way back when I posted a band called A.R.R. (this post regurgitates most of what I mentioned in that one) who were one of the lesser known bands that I kinda dug, but for some reason they aren’t mentioned on the flyer. U.K. Subs killed it with their ’77 style, but by the time they were done playing, the frontman Charlie Harper was completely covered in spit, gobbed (one of the most idiotic imported practices from England). This was the only time I saw Youth Brigade, a band I was very keen on at the time. The Olympic Auditorium in LA was an extremely big place for punk/hardcore shows, holds 1000s, there were lots of shows there in the 80s.. Anyway, the show was packed, all the gangs were represented, various skinhead gangs, along with the Suicidals, L.A.D.S., FFF, BPO, et al and the whole show was non stop fighting. There were a few one on one fights that I saw but mostly it was ten beating or chasing one. I remember specifically, the only time the fighting stopped was when Youth Brigade played “Sink with California”. Everybody was arm in arm all over the place, even in the pit (which had been massive all night). As soon as the song was over, the non-stop fights picked up where they left off. This show had some particularly huge pit(s), I remember my 150 pound frame being tossed all over the place. I also recollect that my good friend Davrick was there, sporting his yellow fisherman’s hat, as he always did, along with his devil lock. Some guy snatched his hat and, plain as day I can remember Davrick chasing that guy all over the place before he kicked his ass and got it back. All in all, not a bad show, but I preferred the more intimate smaller shows.
Youth Brigade – Sink With California
Another very memorable show from a few years earlier and the only time I would see these bands, in fact one of the few straight up metal shows I’ve gone to, but I fit in quite well as I had very long hair and was about as hesher as you can get. The Hollywood Palladium was another hell of a place to see bands. I was there with my friend Roy (Hamsterhead), we had known each other since we were five, his Mom had dropped our 15 year old asses off (as far as I know, these days Roy is a Buddhist monk…probably the only one ever to have seen Venom, Slayer and Exodus). At this show the pit was huge, but it was much more violent, basically just one big fist fight in motion. Lots of bloody, broken faces left that thing, I did not venture in. We parked ourselves on the two steps leading out of the dance floor, a good spot to enjoy the bands and be on the edge of the action in the pit. At some point during the show, I get punched in the back of the head. I turn around, like what the fuck and there’s this like 30 year old dirt bag giving me this look like “you want some more”. At this point this big Mexican biker looking guy puts his hand on dudes shoulder and tells him to get lost. Turns out my savior was the drummer for Saint Vitus, Armando Acosta. Otherwise the show was a blast. All three bands are very different from each other even though you could call them all metal and they tore shit up. One of my favorite bands at the time was Venom and they were my favorite at this show, but I received an invaluable lesson in how to shred at the hands of Venom and Exodus. Looking back, I don’t think that my Mom would have let me go to that show if she had known what it was going to be like before hand.
Venom – One Thousand Days In Sodom
Slayer – Kill Again
Exodus – Bonded By Blood
I dig the storyboard type animation…
“The Facts In The Case Of Mister Hollow”
This one is freakishly trippy..