The things you find while looking for other things. I used to live to go see music. Was a record collector and pretty much cared for little else. To me my bad memory was always filled in by seconds in time where i was listening to whatever song was playing in the back round of my youth’s soundtrack.
I lived in Santa Cruz growing up. And started going to shows at the farm in San Francisco by time i was 12-13 Best show ever 1984(im pretty sure it was that year) Bad Brains @ the farm. My best friend at the time had a mom who did not mind leaving 12 year old at the sketchy punk club in the middle of nowhere San Francisco.
She also was a mom who would offer massages to our guy friends and slip them qualudes. A whole other story indeed.
We also had a kind of radical punk club in Santa Cruz for a while too actually club culture and then there was always Gilman, which was kind of far i only really went there for shows a few time until i moved to San Francisco years later during the early AFI, Rancid days.
I look back an maybe relize a little why i dont go out as much. Its not the same really.
Shows are so different & the kids are very different.
My sub culture and the sub culture of today is a stark contrast in comparison.
Anyway rant rant rant, i found these ticket stubs while searching for paperwork. All four shows were fantastic.