Sonic Youth, 1988, The Empty Keg, Tampa.
At the time, I kinda knew what punk rock was, and I'd been to a couple local shows. This was a tiny club on the USF campus -- probably about 100 people there. The power went out twice - because they rocked that hard. First time in the slam pit for me. I was wearing goofy Chinese kung fu slippers, so I ended the night with wounded toes and a missing digital watch. Worth it.
I went on to see SY two more times, each time in a progressively larger venue (the college auditorium for Goo, then in the SunDome Arena opening for Neil Young). But this was primal electric madness.
Hmmm. First time I saw Jane's Addiction, it was a live show in Tampa. Same for Fishbone (they were still ska then). Great, great bands - I never woulda heard of them if I wasn't the Guy with the Station Wagon who'd drive you for ticket money.
John Lee Hooker, 1989, Carefree Theater, West Palm Beach.
I had no idea what time in the evening the show was, and events conspired against me. I was in Sarasota - a four hour drive across the state to my hometown. First, my friend Kim was late getting to my car. OK, I drive fast. Then, a traffic jam in the middle of nowhere when an orange truck flipped, dumping oranges everywhere. Then, the only time this has happened to me, a long freight train stopped traffic again.
I drive faster.
My first ticket, outside Okeechobee, was for 85 in a 55 zone. $120-some. No sweat -- you can go to traffic school and get it wiped off the record.
Second ticket, heading into Indiantown against the stream of cars as people leave work for the day - the sheriff actually pulls a U-turn to pull me over - $190-some. 77 in a 45.
But I got to the show on time. The Carefree is a huge, old-fashioned cinema, seats 500 or more. This night, it was like church. Only with an electric guitar.
The Old Man stood up for his encore, and everyone stood up with him.
It was totally worth it.
In Gainesville, honorable mentions go to Man or Astro-Man, who wore hollowed computer monitors on their heads and threw moon pies out to the audience, and the Causey Way, who made me a convert. Best shtick I've ever seen, and the music sounded like early Devo. Nice, psycho, electronic punk messiah. |