Raze (14684)

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Sunday October 24, 10

Don't Puke My New Suede Shoes...

02:50 PM

Ah, Favour's current entry has me reminiscing on this rainy Sunday afternoon of the time I went to see The Slits when they 1st came to SF, in 1980. They were playing one of the many old warehouses, or semi-abandoned buildings that many local Punk bands back in the day would gig and/or rehearse. Forget who the local opening bands were as my best friend and I were doing our usual, hanging about "checking schedule" as we called it, and chatting with others who'd attend similar gigs we'd attended, too.

At any rate, we had to leave in the middle of The Slits playing their 1st song as my friend who had been drinking on an empty stomach quite spontaneously became sick right on one of my new black suede shoes. I was stood over her as she just slid down onto the ground saying she didn't feel well... After that I knew we couldn't stay at the gig, and I was not going to leave her on her own propped up against that wall whilst I stayed on watching The Slits, so I helped her up, and we went outside to hail a taxi to take her home. I remember her mumbling as we walked along, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Later the next day when I called to check in on her we had a laugh about it. Ah, we were young, and such things happen. I consoled myself that afternoon by pouring a brandy and listening to The Slits' "Cut" a few times, especially "Typical Girls" as that was a Raze song if ever there was one, so in keeping with my own way of thinking. ;-)

I still have the ticket stub somewhere... Only about $3-$5 down the drain. Alas, I couldn't remove that smell of sick from my suede shoe, so it and its mate had to be tossed into the bin. One of my friend's suggested I spritz a bit of her Ralph Lauren perfume on it, which resulted in a truly worse sickening pong; and now to this day, I can't bear to smell that perfume without an accompanying stench, hah.

Ah, but I'm smiling to myself now, as this was life before The Smiths and Morrissey existed. I had most of the recordings of The Buzzcocks back then, so remember Linder's eye-catching collage for "Orgasm Addict". Oh, but don't get me started on thinking about seeing The Buzzcocks when they played here twice within one month back in those many a gig-filled days/nights... Not even the horrible cold I remember suffering from at the time prevented me from enjoying what was one of the best gigs (I went to both, but remember one being the more spectacular) I have ever had the pleasure of attending. Indeed, who would've known any of these old memories would matter to anyone nowadays, or that they would end up influencing the future of music and fashion.

Oh, but back then, it all felt like a very private scene ~ one was quite on one's own, and wouldn't have it any other way...

Addendum: After I made this post yesterday, I thought to see if anyone put up any youtube vids of The Slits from the SF gig I had attended, and by strange coincidence learned that Ari Up passed away only 4 days ago upon my writing my entry... I extend my warmest condolences to the family and friends of Ari Up, an unique woman who blazed an extraordinary trail for many women inspired to form their own bands during a time when only Patti Smith was leading the way in a similar manner.

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