Gig Miscellaneous – Part 1

Over the next few articles, I am delving into the extensive miscellaneous minutiae of all things gig related. The first question I would pose here is why would you choose to listen to or want to see a particular band?

Initially for me this was influenced by my background and my dad who was a music fan and had a decent back catalogue so I first picked up on records by Del Shannon and Buddy Holly moving onto Bob Dylan and also instilling a life long devotion to Neil Young who also contributed (not literally!) one of the songs for mine and Gill’s wedding.

Then the pervasive influence of schoolmates kicked in resulting in an Adam Ant and a mercifully brief Heavy Metal phase. Around 1982, a significant event happened where as a stunningly shy 14-year-old I was navigating the unremitting awkwardness of a school disco where the DJ was spinning the soporific tunes of Duran Duran and Spandau Ballet. Suddenly an Irish lad called Aidan Callaghan requested ‘At the Edge’ by Stiff Little Fingers and then proceed to pogo around an empty dance floor for the next three minutes. I was spellbound by the joyous urgent racket and his unabandoned enjoyment, it was literally a life changing moment for me that music like this existed. I still adore that track to this day!

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Stiff Little Fingers. Image credit Discogs

My elder brother also introduced me to various below the radar American indie bands such as Husker Du, Minutemen and Meat Puppets. Those specific bands reminded me of a decent book called ‘This Band Could Be Your Life’ penned by Michael Azzerad. This commendable tome covers 12 bands between 1981 and 1991 and outlines the commercial constraints of the pre-internet age and the more imaginative way (i.e. flyers and fanzines) they chose to spread their gospel though quite often being restricted to pop up gigs in basements and shop doorways. One unusual stat for you, the Meat Puppets referenced above, generated the longest gap between the first and second time I have seen a band. I saw them play their first ever British date on 18/09/87 and didn’t see them again until 03/09/15 – just shy of a 28-year gap!

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Meat Puppets live. Image credit WordPress.com

It is somewhat difficult to imagine now with all information at our fingertips (arguably too much!) that it was very much a word of mouth existence to keep yourself updated. To exemplify this, I recall Rick Clegg and I on our first holiday in Majorca in 1986 trying to find out the latest Preston North End score. There were very limited options available to us, one an eyewatering cost to ring home and the second to wait for the English papers to arrive which would be 3-4 days later. We managed to circumvent this via a third option by identifying a dingy bar that had World Service transmitting via a tinny radio. It was all worth it as it was announced that we had beaten Cambridge 1-0.

The weekly music magazines Sounds, Melody Maker and especially NME greatly assisted in identifying new bands. I learned to became somewhat adept in gauging my future interest in a band from reading their LP or Live reviews. Their periodic 45’s and more so C86 which was a fine influential mix tape of new shoegaze type bands introduced me to the likes of The Pastels, The Shop Assistants, Half Man Half Biscuit and We’ve Got a Fuzzbox and We’re Gonna Use It.   

I soon discovered at this point after dabbling with various instruments, guitar and drums that I was musically inept, so my future lay in being a listener only, but I was going to make sure I was damn good at it!

Preston Venues 2 to 4

There were a plethora of nightclubs in Preston back in the day. There was No No’s on Heatley Street with the mini dance floor and tasty pizzas (now a Chinese restaurant), the Piper opposite the bus station, Gatsby near the Playhouse, the Manxman down on the Docks and the Bull in Royal in town where it used to cost a paltry £2 to stay till 1am, to name but five.

The one I frequented most that I must pay homage to was Raiders (latterly known as the Warehouse) off Church Street in the centre of town. It was primarily the only indie club in town, so suited me down to the ground and I was a regular attendee from college days in 1985 through to the end of the millennium. It was just one floor initially and was gradually renovated up to a three floor capacity. Big Bill was on the door and a regular tipple was Murphy’s and occasionally somewhat foolishly 20/20 Mad Dog! It was a somewhat dingy venue and the music was fabulous, and I recall Euro 96 and PNE promotions were celebrated in the establishment.  

Remarkably and I am not altogether sure why I never saw a gig there, however there are three tales that spring to mind about the venue. Joy Division played one of the last gigs there where a live recording was captured for posterity and rather quaintly within the recording there is an announcement that the midnight bus to Burnley will be departing shortly. Black Flag also famously played a gig there (sadly never managed to catch them) and Henry Rollins still tells the tale of being beaten up at the gig. He once recapped that story to Terry Christian on an edition of The Word. The third story being when Discharge cancelled a gig there at short notice and it all kicked off and became known as the ‘Warehouse Riot’ portrayed in colourful detail in a song of that name by my good mate Jez Catlow’s band Deadwood Dog.

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Raiders in 1980 at the time of Joy Division gig. Image credit joydiv.org
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The Warehouse today. Image credit flickr.com

Continuing the nightclub theme there was a joint nightclub off Orchard Street. One side being the Soul/Dance side named Squires, which I have visited only once as a group on Gill’s 21st. The other venue via an interlocking door was the marginally more indie Snootys club. It had seen better days with ripped seats, but it had a ragged charm about it. I saw my mate’s band Purple Turtles there in 1986 in a stage in a corner of the venue. From memory I guess you could quantify them in the psychedelic pop genre. Snootys/Squires went through various derivations afterwards and closed permanently in 2016. Useless trivia again- Snooty’s entrance is near the Black Horse pub which apparently holds the distinction of one if not the only pub in Britain that has entrances onto three separate streets.  

Around that time, I also saw the Turtles at the Bodega Bar which I think was at the bottom of Cannon Street. It was a home crowd with lots of school and college colleagues in attendance and I recall enjoying that gig.

There was for a short-lived period a decent venue located down Avenham St called the Paradise Club linked to the Maguires pub next door. I saw one gig there in 1985 which was a John Peel fave the Three Johns who to be honest were pretty dull and disappointing. The venue captured some good bands for a spell, the Rain Parade played there but one of my regrets was missing the Pogues there in front of a very sparse attendance.  I was in town that night but foolishly declined to attend. One other memory was one night me and my brother being in there on our own and having a free reign on record requests and the dancefloor to ourselves!

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Paradise Club. Image credit flickr.com