|March 3, 1985, San Diego|
OK, growing up on the West Coast, we got lucky with the plethora of monster gigs that came our way.
Specifically when they were SST Records-related and usually featured Black Flag and their cohorts at mammoth places like the Santa Monica Civic, Hollywood Palladium, Devonshire Downs and the Olympic Auditorium. These were events, man, gigs you knew were special then, but had no idea you'd still be talking about them 30 years down the line.
This is one of those times.
In late February, early March of 1985, five little bands by the names of Husker Du, Minutemen, Meat Puppets, Saccharine Trust and SWA embarked on "The Tour," which took them to the Keystone in Palo Alto, the Stone in San Francisco, the UCLA Ackerman Grand Ballroom in LA and the Rock Palace in San Diego (this show is also listed as happening at Carpenters Hall).
I attended both the UCLA and San Diego shows, and Cat and her friends invaded the UCLA gig, her future alma mater. This was before Cat and I knew each other (we went to the same high school-- we knew of each other, but had never talked). I witnessed her and her friends ride around on some wheeled speakers and mess with the soundboard after the show. No one seemed to mind.
Both shows were stellar.
Unfortunately, the UCLA one was marred by some jackass throwing a bottle at the stage during the Huskers' set and plucking Grant Hart. The Husker drummer was singing at the time and stopped his double duties, stood up and yelled that whoever threw the bottle was a coward. It was a tense moment and the Huskers didn't finish their full set that night.
|March 2, 1985, UCLA|
Great evening all around, and this time no stupidity from anyone thowing things from the crowd.
Mike Watt was all smiles as he sported a handmade cardboard sign duct-taped to his head during the Minutemen's set. It probably said something about "econo."
I also was reacquainted with Battalion of Saints buddies, Chris Smith and George Anthony, who spotted me in the crowd and we chatted for a while about speed metal and life. It was the last time I saw Smith, who passed away soon after. (Tie-in alert: The only time I saw the BAT'S play in SD was July 9, 1982; it was also the first time I saw Husker Du.)
Following the '85 gig, I spoke with old friend Bob Mould for a bit and mentioned that "Makes No Sense at All" was a great new song... he answered, "Yeah, that's the one."
Truer words have never been spoken.