015. (EP 21) I Found That Essence Rare: The Gang of Four with The Hoi Polloi, Wonderland Gardens, London, Ontario, Canada, Saturday March 5, 1983 mylifeinconcert.com

015. (EP 21) I Found That Essence Rare: The Gang of Four with The Hoi Polloi, Wonderland Gardens, London, Ontario, Canada, Saturday March 5, 1983

  What a rip-off: they took the ticket and I only got to keep the end stub.


Leeds’ furious and funky post-punk innovators The Gang of Four make an indelible, unforgettable visit to London, Ontario’s Wonderland Gardens, four months after the chaotic Iggy Pop gig at the same venue.

Euphoria ensues.

I had been listening to the band incessantly during that 1980-83 corridor and was thrilled they were coming.

This March 1983 concert was not only my first ticketed gig of a musically busy year, it also marks the start of a new and welcome chapter in my life as well. 

This podcast recalls the concert but also reflects on key changes in my social life at this time as I began my 20s and finally found my local co-conspirators. 

Special Guest Phil Robinson, who I met at this time, returns to share his memories of the gig and the party after. 

Phil and I also reminisce about first meeting each other and our favourite live music haunts (Fryfogle’s, The Vic, The Embassy), dance clubs (Notes on Monday Nights, Studio 812), and drinking dens (Singapore’s, The Brunswick, The Richmond) that we and our friends frequented circa 1983-4 in London, Ontario. 

Phil’s cat Oliver also makes an angry and verbal guest appearance. 

Tune in for intensity and celebration, a lipstick covered forehead, and finding your own tribe.

Next on Stage: The next concert crystalizes a moment in time, representing a changing of the guards in the alternative music world, when The Beat—or The English Beat as they were called on this side of the pond—come to Alumni Hall in London, Ontario with a new, unknown American band called R.E.M. in tow as the opening act. 

The show took place as The Beat were in the last throes of their career but also peaking in popularity in North America.  Meanwhile, R.E.M. released their classic debut LP, “Murmur,” during that same week.

Retrospectively, it marks the sundown of one era and the sunrise of the next.

Returning Special Guest Phil Robinson has a lot of great memories from the night which he shares. 

Tune in next time for stage invasions, a cultural shift, and wondering what the hell I was thinking.

 Read the original 2011 blog entry here … 

(EP 22, no. 16) The (English) Beat with R.E.M.: End of the Party, Alumni Hall, UWO, London, Ontario, Canada, Tuesday April 12, 1983


015. I Found That Essence Rare: The Gang of Four with The Hoi Polloi, Wonderland Gardens, London, Ontario, Canada, Saturday March 5, 1983, $9 (+ A Meditation on Friendship and Shared Communities).

This entry on the Gang of Four not only recalls the concert from March 1983, but also reflects on key changes in my social life as I began my 20s in conjunction with a shift in the local underground community, and of finding one’s tribe and its importance on one’s personal development.

Just 18 weeks following the Iggy Pop scrummage and here I was back at Wonderland Gardens to see the Gang of Four. However, there had been some significant changes during that brief time in between: changes that were positive and needed, having far-reaching implications in my life. And they happened concurrently with my turning 20.

It started when Lady Bump met a lass who I’ll call Thing 1. At the time, LB was working at a women’s clothing store in a downtown mall with Thing 1 employed at a similar place in the same complex. One went out to shop in the other’s store and, noticing their similar styles of dress and appearance — both were trim, spiky blonde-haired punk/new wave types in their early 20s — chatted, clicked, and began hanging out.

In addition to working at her store, Thing 1 was also a punk stripper who lived with her boyfriend, Thing 2. He was a college student who was into working out, music, and a variety of herbs and chemicals. Soon Le Château — who I think really was then working at Le Château, the trendy Canadian clothing chain, also in the same mall — was tagging along. Somewhere around Christmas 1982, I was introduced to the Things.

Thing 1 was nice enough; Thing 2, less so. Both were rich in surface with not much to engage with. They were, however, becoming part of a social epicentre of a third wave of sorts in the downtown London underground music community. That did interest me. I have written about my connection to that first wave of punk in London, Ontario in the late ‘70s, where I was part of it but decidedly younger than most involved. Because of that difference, and my difficulty in passing for legal age at the bars, I didn’t really consider this mostly older gang to be true peers and vice versa.

With the second wave in the city, spanning approximately 1980 through ’82, I had minimal involvement at best. It was a replication of what was occuring elsewhere punk-wise on this side of the pond, being influenced by the Oi! bands from the UK, US hardcore, and plain old “’77-will-never-die!”-style stuff as opposed to the more experimental and forward-looking post-punk music of the era or its poppier or more groove-based offshoots.

MLIC>GANG OF FOUR: I FOUND THAT ESSENCE RARE, VA's Fave Tracks 1978-1982 EP 21 mylifeinconcert.com


My theory behind it goes something like this: whenever I would read seemingly serial press accounts during the ’70s that tended to get the punk scene wrong, with the most unironically stupid and thuggish elements foregrounded in bold face, I would think “why does this not reflect my reality or the people I know?” Sure some troglodytes were part of the picture, but they were more the minority from my perspective and not really taken seriously. Most of the scenesters I knew were more “acting out,” with a wink and tongue planted firmly in cheek.

I think that the second wave tended to be long on doofusy types who had also seen those largely innacurate media depictions, not knowing it was often press-invented sensationalism or self-aware theatrics, and went “Duh, hey, datz me!,” creating a self-fulfilling prophesy. While some missed punk the first time around because they were too young or it was simply too obscure a phenomenon over here, a lot of that second wave was composed of those too stupid and ultimately too conservative to have gotten on board earlier when it really was happening as an unprecedented, evolving entity. Once punk was codified and regimented as a safe, easily-digested take on rebellion, they were on it like a dirty shirt. These weren’t the smart, interesting misfits nor even the damaged-and-living-their-id-to-the-extremes participants but common or garden types who wanted to live the punk cartoon life. Their values tended to be not much different than your typical suburban heavy metal fan when you got right down to it.  They just liked a patterened noise of a different beat.

Count Mara in particular had friends who were very involved in what was happening in the scene at that time and whenever he would introduce me to those second wavers, I usually came away thinking “wow, what a tool!”

 Entertainment!‘s “Not Great Men”

As always, there is an action/re-action, and this third wave was partially a backlash against the suffocating, redneck-y conformity. It was more open, ambiguous, and pansexual. “Punk rock” was part of the menu but it was more of a smorgasbord than what had recently dominated the downtown culture: funkier, and more eclectic. It was an umbrella for the varients and hyphenates that blew up in the wake of punk’s opening of possibilities that the second wave had tried to expunge.

The Things’ orbit became a magnet for a whole new gang of folks converging at this time, being a conduit for multiple inter-introductions. While I didn’t really care much for Thing 1 or 2, I did start meeting many others through them who I quickly became tight with.

By the time we rang in 1983, LB, LC & I found ourselves among a whole new social circle. It was largely a patchwork of previously isolated clusters of people, like we had been, interweaving together into a new fabric. While some remained simply bar pals who I would see only when I went out, I met a number of others who made big impacts on my life, some for a few years while others I still count as friends until this day. I had been looking for these people and now here they all were: the resident bizarros from neighbourhoods across the city, coalescing.

The accumulating social snowball of key friendships during my 20s started rolling and continued to do so throughout the next decade. As parts of it drifted off while in movement, new additions would seemingly pop up and pile on.

Up until this point in my story, I have been writing about experiences with old friends and acquaintances who I lost track with many years ago (although MZ and I had a brief surprise reunion with Château a few Xmases back, plus there is someone else I have yet to mention who I shall get to in due time). But it is from this point onwards that I will be writing about a number of people who have played an ongoing role in my life — and that got me to thinking: Why is that line in the sand drawn here?

After pondering this question, I think I have an answer.

While it’s no coincidence that things change forever for me at that point, it’s not like I was friendless or anything pre-20s.  A good case in point would be to consider my best pal from my early teens, a guy I’ll call Autobahn.  I referenced him in the 1978 Elvis Costello concert entry.


My “Autobahn” 45 by Kraftwerk, a huge hit here in Canada in Spring 1975. I’ve chosen this nickname for a childhood friend of German heritage, with both of us having a passion for this song when it came out, kick-starting a life long love of Kraftwerk for yours truly.   Click on the label to hear the song.

Autobahn and I met when we were 10 and remained friends through our mid-teens. We lived a few streets apart and hung out a lot at each other’s homes, both loved music (I introduced him to plenty of new stuff, most notably David Bowie who we were both fanatical about), both saw a lot of movies together, and both had twisted senses of humour (he was my only friend who loved the then-obscure Monty Python’s Flying Circus as much as I did). We also had a similar family background wherein one or each of our parents came from Europe, with that cultural heritage as a big part of our upbringing and identity: mine, British, his, German.

Still, I have this clear memory of being about 11 or 12, walking back from his place one day after having had a good time hanging out, yet with the thought crossing my mind: “Is this what friendship is? Is this it?” Or as Peggy Lee pondered, “Is that all there is?”

I couldn’t quite put my finger on or articulate what I felt was missing, but somehow I reckoned that there should be more. I sometimes felt like a tourist visiting the concept of friendship rather than being a tax-paying resident whereas I think I unconsciously knew he was simply a visitor to outsiderdom, a land where I was indeed a full time member with voting privileges. While we shared in a lot of things, I was still in a place in my life where I couldn’t really be myself on a bunch of levels, and I now realize that that put a wall around me.

Entertainment!‘s “At Home He’s A Tourist,” live on Jools Holland’s UK TV show, 30 years after its initial release, in 2009.

Fast forward a few years and I’m meeting my later-teens gang, especially Bump, Mara, and then Château (although there were also other less-music focused pals in the picture that I haven’t written about). Our lives became even more entwined than it had ever been with any of my friends from my younger years, but in hindsight I can now see that they too were bound to be transitory figures in my life. I think it comes down to who we were as people at our cores, what each really needed, and how that impacted what each of us was ultimately looking for.

This time period was so much fun for me, but now I also see that familial dysfunction of various stripes was a bond for us.  And so what, as there are lots of others just the same.  But I began to realize that while I was looking for creative co-conspiritors who were interested, interesting and engaged, that may not have been their agenda and instead were more just looking for somewhere where they could belong or launch them into somewhere and something else, whatever that was.

I was looking for more. I was looking for comrades. Allies. Partners in crime. Most of my pre-20s friends were more like blank pages seeking to be filled, and while I was very much a work-in-progress, rough notes had already been jotted down on my page. I was searching for complementary equals; others who also came with some text and who were a little more fully formed. People who could show me as much as I could them.

And I finally discovered a few of them among this new gang. It wasn’t just that I found people who “liked” me, I found people who finally “got” me. It was the difference between being invited into someone’s home, and feeling completely “at home.” That question I’d pondered on my way back from Autobahn’s house eight or so years earlier finally received it’s delayed answer.

My life had now hit traction as the needle found the groove and the record began to play.

(EP 21, no. 15) The Gang of Four: I Found That Essence Rare, Wonderland Gardens, London, Ontario, Canada, Saturday March 5, 1983 mylifeinconcert.com Reg Quinton photo

(EP 21, no. 15) The Gang of Four: I Found That Essence Rare, Wonderland Gardens, London, Ontario, Canada, Saturday March 5, 1983 mylifeinconcert.com Reg Quinton photo

(EP 21, no. 15) The Gang of Four: I Found That Essence Rare, Wonderland Gardens, London, Ontario, Canada, Saturday March 5, 1983 mylifeinconcert.com Reg Quinton photo

(EP 21, no. 15) The Gang of Four: I Found That Essence Rare, Wonderland Gardens, London, Ontario, Canada, Saturday March 5, 1983 mylifeinconcert.com Reg Quinton photo

Here are four shots that Reg Quinton took at this concert, just a small sample of a whack of great colour and b&w photos that he took at the show.  He’s also written a terrific re-cap of the gig and band himself which you can read here.  You can also see more of his b&w and colour shots from the show.  I discuss the concert itself a bit more down the page.  I had totally forgotten about the two female back-up singers and percussionists!

With this new crew, I felt a sense of belonging and affirmation that just hadn’t been there before. I believe that it’s important for all of us to have that interaction, often helping us grow, alternately pushing us out of our safety zone while existing as a safety net. I needed these types of connections and, with them in place, I feel my life really began the process of blossoming.

While a panoply of new faces made varying impacts on the wash of my day-to-day/night-to-night life at that time, such as Chubby Junior, Mr. Bad Feet, Dave Junkie, Weasel, Tooth Fairy (actual nicknames from the period) or The Bass Player, Dawn Davenport, The BD’s Back, C. Trendite, Sue Catwoman-esque Stripper, The Artist, Upscale Mohican, With Special Guests, and the Gang of P (nicknames I just assigned), there were three people in particular who were special.

MLIC>VA’s 1983: The Soundtrack to My Year MyLifeInConcert.com

MLIC>VA’s 1983: The Soundtrack to My Year A chronological playlist of what was rocking my world, both then-new and older, during 1983.  Talking Heads, David Bowie, Prince, New Order, The The, The Birthday Party and more.

Two I met through the Things and had come on to the scene as a combo platter, much like Bump-Château-myself. Having been friends since high school, they bonded as the Catholic School eccentrics, drawn naturally to punk rock and now the downtown scene. One has already been mentioned and has herself written in this series as M. Zeppelin aka MZ, while her co-hort, Miss Beach, makes her debut (credit goes to MZ for that nickname … as for its meaning, if you’ve read the series this far, you should be able to figure it out).

MZ was a UWO art student, had a radio show on the campus station, and possessed a distinct fondness for The Stranglers. Miss Beach waitressed at a few places, had a passion for hardcore without being anything like the standard hardcore drone, and could do remarkable replications of Curly of the Three Stooges’ “whoop whoop whoop.” Lots of Minor Threat and MDC when Miss Beach was around. Both had decidedly unique perspectives on things, wicked senses of humour, and incredible partying stamina.

The third was introduced to me by LB and will be known as Special Guests. We were close in ages, with his music tastes fairly similar to my own. SG and I have been trying to discern where and when we specifically met, although he remembers me telling him that I’d seen him around town as early as that Ramones gig in 1980. I recall him saying at the time that he’d noticed me because I had a Fun Boy Three T-Shirt that I often wore which he coveted.

Although we were part of a larger social circle, Special Guests, Bump, Château, MZ, Miss B, and I became a particularly close knit unit, with Count Mara, The Bass Player, Dawn Davenport, Chicklet, and SG’s roomie With Special Guests often part of our core circle. They’ll be showing up at various gigs/entries down the line as the series goes along.

We all spent a lot of time out seeing local bands and getting quite pissed and then some, primarily at a bar called Fryfogle’s.  However, it was with this Gang of Four show that I attended my first gig of note in tandem with my new posse of pals, along with my sister and BiL, finally flanked by that elusive community I had been seeking but not finding during the previous few ’80s years.

Oh, and the Gang of Four themselves? They were fucking great.

Songs of the Free‘s “I Love A Man in Uniform” live on the Old Grey Whistle Test, 1982.

The Leeds foursome played a prime set, their taut funk, angular, dissonant guitar and incisive socio-political lyrics passionately delivered in top form. Frontman Jon King flung himself into his vocals and around the stage with wiry agility while the band behind him attacked the avant-grooves with battle-like determination.

I was also lucky to get to see them at the 11th hour of what could be argued as their prime period. They had burst on the underground scene in England with 1979’s Entertainment!, one of a handful of discs from that year that, along with PiL’s Metal Box, Joy Division’s Unknown Pleasures, The Slits’ Cut, and Wire’s 154, created a cumulative definition of what became known as post-punk. The Gang of Four’s instantly recognizable sound emphasized the funk or reggae-ifed bass lines that frequently doubled as a melodic anchor, with the guitar often taking a scratchy, impressionist role. They paired this with an abraisive energy and scrappiness, melded to dub-wise approaches to sound, space, and production, with liberal pinches of wilfully experimental, uneasy listening.

Entertainment! (above) and cover detail (below), a thinly veiled comment on the interactions between artists and record labels (Photos and scans by VA).


Entertainment! was a shattering innovation, creating a new kind of punk-funk hybrid. It wasn’t simply the music that made fans and early press champions sit up and take notice though, but also the album’s lyrical content and sonic presentation. I’m a political animal by nature when it comes to almost every other non-arts avenue but had to admit to myself long ago that very few artists can pull off overtly political/historical lyrics well, avoiding shrill, pedantic stridency. The pointed, observational barbs in the Go4’s “5.45,” “Guns Before Butter” or “Not Great Men” put the band in a rarefied league along with the likes of Fela Kuti, Bob Marley or The Clash (PJ Harvey recently made a brilliant album via the strongly political, war-themed Let England Shake, perhaps her finest to date).

As for the sound of the record, in an era when most commercial rock productions emulated rich, “wet” L.A.-style models, Entertainment! was Sahara-dry and minimalistic, giving it a jolting immediacy and intimacy that made it stand out among the pack.  EMI, their UK label, initially baulked at releasing it, feeling that this deliberate approach made the LP sound more like a series of demos rather than a  finished product. It was as if they had plugged everything directly into the board.


It still routinely shows up on “Best Albums” lists and its influence has never wavered. R.E.M., Nirvana and countless others have acknowledged their debt to the Gang of Four, while acts such as The Rapture and Bloc Party recycled elements of the band’s sound during the ’00s. However, if any group got more mileage out of what the Go4 started, at least musically, it must be the Red Hot Chili Peppers, with the Gang’s guitarist Andy Gill producing their first album and RHCP bassist Flea later admitting “I just don’t understand why (they’ve) never sued us.”

While many have tried to replicate aspects of the Gang of Four’s distinctive sound, no one has ever quite been able to employ it so successfully as it was on Entertainment! — including the band themselves as it turned out.


In the interim period between that debut album and this gig, they had released a string of terrific 45s (1981’s “To Hell With Poverty!” may just be their single finest moment) and two audience-dividing albums: 1981’s dense, paranoid-sounding Solid Gold and the slicker indie-disco of Songs of the Free. While I like both, neither comes anywhere close to that opening shot.

Bass player Dave Allen left after Solid Gold, replaced by bassist-to-the-alterna-stars Sara Lee. And it was this line-up that I saw as they wove across North America, promoting Songs of the Free.

“To Hell With Poverty!” on The Old Grey Whistle Test, 1981. The Gang of Four were big on exclamation marks!

The body movin’ tone started earlier in the evening with the short-lived Hoi Polloi, former Demic Keith Whittaker’s electro-oriented project. It was a night of people ready to maniacally dance their asses off (I seem to recall this shindig in particular as one where piles of snow weren’t just restricted to the grounds outside) and indeed they did, greeting the Four with hip shaking ebullience from the moment they appeared on Wonderland’s postage-stamp stage. Songs of the Free had been a frequent visitor to my turntable in 1982 and so it was fine by me at the time for the set list was stacked with tunes from that album, with the performance of its big dance club hit “I Love A Man In Uniform” as one of the highpoints of the night.

In terms of other specifics, Free’s “We Live As We Dream, Alone” and “Call Me Up” flicker in the filmstrip of my mind along with “To Hell With Poverty,” Entertainment!’s “At Home He’s A Tourist” and Solid Gold’s “Cheeseburger.” Otherwise, I don’t so much have a song-by-song recollection of this gig as an impression of the mood and the overall feel of the evening. Intense might be the word, with band and audience locking together from start to finish. Instead of the combatative nature of the Iggy show from October, this night was more celebratory, letting go upwards rather than downwards (again, the copious vision dreams of passioncirculating that night may have had a bit to do with that).

Solid Gold (1981), Songs of the Free (1982), and Hard (1983)

Special Guests was at the gig but says “I can’t remember much of it.  I do remember being extremely intoxicated and then going to a party afterwards at the house shared by The Bass Player and Dawn Davenport. I had been sitting in the back seat of the car with Sue Catwoman-esque Stripper and she was kissing my forehead.  When we got to The Bass Player’s, I went to the bathroom and when I looked in the mirror, I had red lipstick marks all over my forehead!!”  MZ was there too but has zero recollection of the night, recalling a second Go4 gig which took place several months later in upstate New York much more vividly.

The Gang of Four’s twelfth hour struck soon after this March show with the departure of powerhouse drummer Hugo Burnham.  At that point, the wheels truly came off the cart. The band’s fourth and final album from its original period, the ironically named Hard, limped out later that year, taking Free’s glossy sheen from slick to anonymous. It was roundly disliked, showing a disintegrating unit bereft of ideas, their moment now passed. The inevitable happened with their break up the following year.

Since then, variations on the full or partial line-ups have reunited at different points in the ’90s and ’00s, although the current King-Gill version has been an ongoing working entity for several years now. The recently released Content is no embarrassment, but it’s no Entertainment! either. But then, nothing after it ever really was.

Still, this was quite a night: a pre-twilight late afternoon in their career day, happening in concert with one of the most important social shifts of my life. And be it smaller things like that first album and this live performance, or larger things like human connections and lasting bonds with people in your life: I’ve found that essence rare.

“I Found That Essence Rare” from Entertainment! (1979).

Next On Stage –> 016. End of the Party: The (English) Beat with R.E.M., Alumni Hall, UWO, London, Ontario, Canada, Tuesday April 12, 1983.

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Comments From The Original opensalon.com Posting

It is so important to get “got” by at least one or two others in life, no? I’ve always wanted to get to Wonderland…Oi!
Kraftwerk.. what can I say???
rated with hugs
“To hell with poverty. Let’s get drunk on cheap wine.”

catch-22: Indeed it is. Luckily, I found many over the course of the following years who “got” me … seems to be harder to find that today. As for that particular Wonderland, it met a bad end 🙁

Linda: Kratwerk indeed!

littlewillie: You got it. Actually, that song is coming up in Pt. 2. Now that I think of it, that was sort of an unnofficial life mantra for friends of mine and myself at the time.

Hi Various. I wasn’t familiar with Gang of Four though I’d heard of them. Although I really liked the Clash, the Stranglers, some of the Pistols and a couple of others, there’s no way I was ever part of the punk scene. And I did have opportunities, having spent a good chunk of time in London in the summer of 77. So I enjoyed your account of the various punk sub-cultures. Sounds like you’ve sized them up pretty well, right down to the horrid family backgrounds that steered a number of folks into that scene.
Damn, OS ate my comment. It’s late, I’ll quickly say, great commentary here! For now I’ll leave my rating and I’ll try to put it [my comment] back up tomorrow.

Abra: Hmmm … sometimes, but certainly not always. There are really two points I was making here, one with a more general focus dealing with many people who were involved in punk, particularly in its early, embryonic stages, who very much felt like outsiders. That’s pretty standard for most who have been part of any kind of transgressive cultural community, from dadaists through the Beats to what have you. However, that sense of alienation could have been rooted in any number of things and not necessarily wanting to escape from a bad homelife or necessarily being unhappy.

The second point was a more personal one, accentuating the difference between those I formed bonds with vs those who were more transitory figures in my life from that realm. The former tended to be, like myself, running *towards* something that fit well with an already somewhat formed socio-aesethic criteria vs those who sort of climbed on board because, well, it was there and filled a void. “Outsiders with agendas” vs “yeah, that’ll do, as long as it lets me forget crappy life” if that makes sense. The former has creative potential; the second, not so much.

These are generalizations I know (for instance, Chateau, while very different from me, did have some clear ideas of what he wanted to do and where he wanted to go), but I definitely do see trends.

One thing we all shared in was this: it was just so much fun. So exhilarating and liberating.

Scarlett: Thanks and I’ll look forward to your comment. Frankly, I am amazed that you and abra were able to even get through to comment. I tried logging on several times last night and couldn’t, so I just gave up.


Second time around the same sentences grabbed me.

“Once punk was codified and regimented as a safe, easily-digested take on rebellion, they were on it like a dirty shirt. These weren’t the smart, interesting misfits nor even the damaged-and-living-their-id-to-the-extremes participants but common or garden types who wanted to live the punk cartoon life.”

I was a little young for the scene too but that never stopped me. I can’t recall the year, probably ’77, and the Viletones came to the Rex Hotel in little Welland, ON. – not my town but the one beside it – along with the Diodes. The Viletones put on a hell of a show. It
was authentic and punk perfect.


It was quite something to be part of while it was happening and all new. With the second wave that came along, it was a very different vibe. But then I was involved in various iterations of what came along after that.

You got to see the Diodes and the original Viletones? Lucky you!! Former Shadowy Men drummer Don Pyle has just released an excellent photo book, Trouble in the Camera Club, of shots he took at Toronto punk shows from 1976-80. It features photos of not only the biggies who came through (Iggy, Ramones, Clash, etc) but lots of the local and regional bands (Diodes, Viletones, B-Girls, the Demics, etc). Highly recommended.


Yup, guess I’m showing my age here being on the scene a few years before you. I was sweet sixteen (okay, maybe not-so-sweet) and the Viletones the were raw and vicious; it was great. It was a stage show as I recall they seemed like regular pissed off blokes. Ah, such fun.

Thanks, sounds like a great book. I saw Shadowy Men OASP open for the Ramones in Toronto too but working class Welland was the best venue. The Diodes played a kick ass version of Red Rubber Ball.

I always enjoy the musical quality of your posts. But this analytical one is really tops, VA. I loved this bit:
Isn’t that what we all want? I know I’ve got it in my 4 best friends of over 20 years. I hope I am that “home” place for them as well.

Scarlett: That Ramones/SMOASP is in the book as an addendum, with pics he took of them backstage.

lschmoopie: I think I know which bit you meant to copy and, yes, it is important for each of us to have those kinds of connections in our lives.

I come to your posts even if I don’t connect with the music. I didn’t have an intense connection to this group or even era (was married at the time, just wanting/watching our MTV). I love the insight you bring to the importance of music through your POV: sharing it, growing up with it, fleshing out the milieu that you are writing about.
“I come from a very safe, sane, stable, and structured home life and I long ago realized that it gave me the grounding to be able to indulge in all manner of experimenting, admittedly getting quite out there sometimes, yet know when “one more step” would be “a step too far.”
(I thought you were going to say “one step beyond” 🙂 (Madness)
As always, enjoyed reading this account.

dirndl: Busted, re: “one step beyond” … yep, that should have been the line — and it’s a particular favourite song/album.

It’s always great to know that you’ve been reading and enjoying, dirndl, and that you can find other aspects that are of interest beyond the music. This one in particular is more in the memoir camp. As for the music, I am going to be writing about a diverse range of stuff I’ve seen and listened to through the years, so it’s impossible for someone to be into all of the same things. If some readers connect with some of the artists some of the time, then that’s perfect. Otherwise, writing about the lives and lifestyles that ran/run in tandem is as important to me, particularly with the older-focussed entries.

Great piece. I watched all kinds of generations and people come and go through punk rock. Not quite the same path as in your area, but I saw similar things. I know that search for people who really get us very well, I found them in punk rock too.
Yserba: It’s incredible that its tendrils are still spreading in various forms until this day.
Another terrific account of a concert and what it signified to you personally. Love this blog. Thanks VA.
Wow, I never knew of this band. Thanks for opening my eyes and ears to them, they seem like a pretty cool group!!!!!!
Another great memoir piece,VA. My sister calls my group of friends my posse–I like hearing about your posse. To Hell With Poverty video makes me want to start jumping up & down-loved it!!!!(exclamation marks in honor of Gang of Four). Now let’s get drunk on cheap wine. 😉
I heard they were going to be one of the first bands in Apple’s new Cloud.
I am going to play the videos as soon as Steve leaves for work.
rated with hugggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggs
One of us! One of us!
We accept you.
One of Us!

Algis: They were quite something back in the day. MZ saw the new incarnation live a few months back and said they were a blast. Some of their early stuff might sound somewhat familiar these days as so many through the years have picked up on what they were doing back then.

lschmoopie: Indeed, many were jumping up and down to that at the time. They were also one of the first indie groups to bring the funk into the music. And our posse did get drunk on cheap wine (“plonk” as it was called in our circles) … and a cornacopia of much more. These days, I’m more of a higher end Pinot Noir kinda guy.

Linda: Funnily enough, my son and hubster were just telling me about the Cloud yesterday … synchronicity. Hope you enjoyed the vids. Hugs back.

MZ: Gabba Gabba Hey. Boy would I love to know what Miss Beach is up to these days.

Hey various, I liked a lot of bands from that era but somehow missed these guys. I’m enjoying how you’re blending in the sociology with the reviews.
OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Having seen them in England…WAY back when, I was a huge fan of The Gang and once drove about 8 hours from New Mexico to Arizona to the other to see them make one of their rare appearances out our way. I hear their work in commercials now, and find that…very odd. But it’s just good to hear them, period, I guess! LOVE you for this, love you for this, LOVE you for this…

Oh, and…it was all about ANTRHAX the EP I brought home from London that blew everyone’s tiny little minds…

Feedback rules…


Abra: This entry leaned a little more into the memoir realm, so, glad you enjoyed. I also had introduce many of these people as they’ll now be popping up throughout the upcoming entries.

Keka: Very cool that you got to see them in the UK in the late 70s — THAT would have been something — and came back with that first EP. I bow to you, Keka, I bow, etc. That’s great that you got to see them recently too. As for the Gang of Four in commercials — now that is ironic! And, yes, feedback does rule. Thanks so much for stopping by and I’m pleased it brought back memories for you.

Nicely done. I’ve got to admit, I never got Gang Of Four. Still, I enjoyed this piece. Sometimes I miss those days of going to shows with a posse of my fellow misfit friends, this took me back to that.
Yserba: Yes, in my circle, we’re all dispersed these days.
As you say: the essence is rare. I love all the names of the panoply of new faces and the idea of a punk funk hybrid. Exciting times. Can’t wait until the English Beat and REM. I suspect The Specials may follows at some point too. ;;)
Scarlett: I needed to introduce those monikers as many of them will be showing up in future entries. As for the Specials, they were no more by this point in time although I did write about seeing one of their last shows — perhaps their very last — a few months back. And they were exciting times, indeed.


  1. Interesting read, thanks. This wasn’t my scene but your life observations and relationship scenarios are, oh so deja-vu. Think I’ll have to read through the old pages and catch up? 😉

    1. Please do! With this series, it’s as much about the lives lived around music and those scenes, so even if the artists may vary from person to person, I think that those who are tuneheads can relate to some of the same interpersonal scenarios.

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