Well hi.

For whatever reason, I've recently decided to upload scans of band gig posters from my early days in Sydney, when I used to regularly go out and see at least two or three bands a week. I'm talking 1979 - 1990 ish here. At that time, Sydney had a healthy, thriving pub band culture which fostered the careers of many of the top Aussie export bands of the last couple of decades. The Angels, The Radiators, Midnight Oil, INXS, (Le) Hoodoo Gurus, The Church, etc etc etc. Anyway, being a lifelong collector of strange and irrelevant things, I find myself with scraps of paper, flyers, set lists, coasters and more from many of the gigs I attended, so at least I have something to remember them by. Most of that era is a total blur in my memory, but I just know that I had a really good time, and my tinnitus and foggy brain was worth it all.

Now, I'm not claiming to be any kind of expert or authority on any of these bands, or the era in general, I'm just sharing what I remember, and a few bits and pieces that may bring back memories for some. Feel free to add your own recollections, tell me if I'm wrong, share stories of gigs you went to.

You can click on them and they get bigger.

Saturday, May 10, 2008

Powerjam '83!


I remember this one. I remember climbing over the fence with a bottle of scotch. I think we actually tried to buy tickets, but they wouldn't let us in with the scotch, so we went round the side and climbed the fence.

$1? Pretty reasonable, I think.
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Vince said...

I remember that day. A bunch of us had come out from the inner city to see the Church and we really, really stood out like a sore thumb. And all the westies that had come to see the Angels did not like us. There was a ring around us which kept getting smaller and smaller as they all closed in. One of the guys we were with saw that one of the westies had a knife.
And then, this guy called Yogi turned up. He was a skin we'd gone to school with, built like a fridge, but taller. He had a small mohawk and an army shirt with ripped sleeves. On the back, he had written "Club more seals, build more dams, what the fuck are you looking at, you cunt?"
And as soon as he turned up, the circle of westies started to melt and nobody bothered us again. Later on, one of them smiled at me and we agreed it was a really good concert.

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