Back in the day there was an underground punk club in the West End. By underground I mean that it did not have any of the legal normalities of a business. It was an abandoned building that Tony P. Dad owned and him and a lose conglomeration of people started a club. Club Op-P. Search…
Category: Concert Mayhem
That time I hit Ted Nugent in the head with coins
As is apparent in a number of my posts there was a lot of transitioning between cultures in the 70s going back to the 60s. Coming out of the 60s with the American rock bands transitioning to British Invasion bands. The 70’s in quick succession was the transitioning between long haired rock, underground rock, prog…
That time Johnny Thunders cussed me out
Some people follow rock and roll artists to bask in the warm glow of the stardom. Others look for ways to have that glow rub off on them and monetize it. For me it would appear that I follow rock and roll artists to give them a chance to cuss me out or steal my…
The Night of the Blackhearts
Back in the day I was a fan of the Girl Rock Group the Runaways. Had seen them live all 3 occasions they were in the St. Louis area as well as going to the South Hampton Peaches store when they did an in-store visit. Below is proof of my being there. All good things…
I knew the bride before she used to rock and roll
Guest writer Greg recounts a wedding gone wrong because they hired a punk band to play Toxic Beach. June 1978 wedding party versus punk rock band with extreme prejudice the true story from the Detroit influence the youth of St. Louis in order of appearance the players are Greg, Mark, Steve and Don this was…
Hanging with a Sex Pistol who has my weed stolen from me by Mississippi Nights Bouncers
I’m not sure how you’re supposed to feel when you meet a musician that you admire. In my case the few that I’ve met have not been particularly good experiences. This is the story of how Steve Jones from the Sex Pistols most likely had my weed confiscated from me for his own use. The…
Rail trip to see the Ramones in Chicago
Living in St. Louis in the 70s it was not uncommon for music tours of punk bands to bypath our town. The going saying back in punk zines of the day would be to call the STL punk crowd the fun 100. Of course there were more than 100 punk fans. Maybe 200. ha ha….
That time when Lou Reed cussed me out
In between the Sally Can’t Dance tour and Street Hassle tour Lou came to St. Louis playing the Ambassador Theater downtown May 23 1975. This was a show that was open seating. Meaning, you took the seat that you could get. Like the festival theater that proved a horror show in Cleveland for The Who…