the kingfish 1-8-78
we packed a carload and headed to big b.r. listening to the clash, buzzcocks the jam and for some reason i kinda remember pink floyd's 'animals'.
the kingfish was only suppose to hold 600 people, but the limit was exceeded by at least another 300. the sweat and humidity dripped off the walls like a waterfall, even tho it was early january, and the smell of almost a thousand black leather clad punk rockers from all points south was almost gagging. and mixed amongst the punks were cowboy hats and boots, fonzy wanna-bes, disco girls and the usual assortment of freaks and trannys from the quarter.
i pushed and needled my way to the front of stage right, clutching my trusty sony 224 recorder and staked a claim. as i started yakking to my new neighbors in this debachary i found myself next to annie leibovitz and richard aaron, (photogs of rolling stone and time respectivley). well, that got me going, asking annie to take my pic coz it would make her famous and doing an interview w/ her on my 224 . . . taking pics of aaron w/ his own camera, just being silly from the intoxicating moment.
the opening band for the pistols this show was 'rockin dopsie and the twisters', a zydeco band that was as far removed from punk as could be. the big trick of the 'twisters' was when the washboard player stood on his head and did some amazin' washboarding a'la hendrix.
there were no mosh-pits then, everyone just pogo'd into one another. dopsie must have brought their own crowd because i had never seen canjun pogoin' before, but they really pumped up the crowd for the pistols, it was just so surreal. . .
when the pistols hit the stage it was as though a bomb went off. the pistols were covered with talcum powder, (for some un-godly reason), and it hovered around them like smokey halos. sid was shirtless with'gimme a fix' carved in his chest, a huge bandage on his left arm and a lock and chain from a peterbilt around his neck. and amid all this sweltry heat johnny was wearing blue plaid gaberdine suit.
drinks and spit hit the stage, while coins and bottles pelted the backwall, the minute they came out and sid was picking up change and sticking it in his mouth mumbling, 'gimme a hunnerd', into the mic.
when they kicked into 'god save the queen', i thought the building would take off. it was like a 747 of rock and roll, all the hype was out the door. how did these guys get so good? they shouldn't have been. paul cook was unrelenting, he just drove it into the dirt. between him and jones, it held together. johhny and sid were just clowns on the midway. but it was so good.
the lsu stage goons copped my 224 just into the second song and left it running on the side of the stage, that was ok, i knew a.g. was taping in the back . . . i was guranteed a copy of the show at least.
at one point the goon squad went after aaron's camera. he went down fighting but they got the cam and kicked him out screaming and waving his press pass. annie took less pics after that. . . oh well.
when someone threw a pair of those kiddie western sunglasses on the stage, sid put them on, played about a song and a half, until they fell off his face and back into the throng, then he started to whine about his 'fookin' glasses', (which promted another barrage of debris).
so it was, they played their whole cataloge, i guess about 40 mins but what a show!
it was a hurricane of a rock show, the likes of which i had never seen, and prolly never will again.
in a week and a day they broke up.
what a fun, goofy little band that changed music, and me too i guess . . . not for everyone, but neither am i.
a cool sex pistols/madonna video mash-up - 'ray of gob' (quicktime)
pieces of 'nevermind the bollocks, here's the sex pistols'
holidays in the sun
god save the queen
anarchy in the u.k.
rockin'dopsie - 'calinda'
oh yeah, if anyone wants a copy of the pistols show from the kingfish e-me, (look up me profile), and maybe we can cut a deal. it ain't for sale, but i am open for offers . . .