GARYXKNIFEDX
Well-Known Member
Prompted by a thread on another board about sketchy gigs. This was the first one I went to.
First punk gig I was ever at was an afternoon byo bring your own in the Old Museum Building in the centre of belfast,about 87,I was 15. I'd been goin to metal gigs for a while but this was all much more"underground".
Anyway,we show up and are blown away,watching bands like Three Ring Psychosis and Pink Turds In Space. Start talking to people and finding out about local bands and whats' going on,just thinking it's the greatest thing ever as we were totally unaware of much outside of Thrasher magazine.
So,eventually,a few skins show up and the atmosphere changes,the skins start drawing swastika's on the wall's and dancing violently,before long it kicks off. Big Time. It was a small room and in the middle was a huge ball of dust with arms and legs and bit's of chairs sticking out,like you see in cartoons only real. And from the sides of the room cider bottles were constantly getting lobbed into it.I wanted to get out as quick as I could but couldn't get past.
The police showed up eventually and managed to break it up. Obviously the gig was over. The skins were escorted away in one direction and the rest of us in another. Unfortunately for me it was in the wrong direction I needed to go in,and for some reason I think I ended up walking home because there was trouble in belfast that day.
I still find it amusing that was my introduction to the punk scene in belfast and that I kept coming back. Regularly walking or skating the 8 miles home after gigs in the afternoon(a lot of the gigs themn were in the afternoon) because there were riots and no buses.
If my ma knew half the time she'd have killed me.
First punk gig I was ever at was an afternoon byo bring your own in the Old Museum Building in the centre of belfast,about 87,I was 15. I'd been goin to metal gigs for a while but this was all much more"underground".
Anyway,we show up and are blown away,watching bands like Three Ring Psychosis and Pink Turds In Space. Start talking to people and finding out about local bands and whats' going on,just thinking it's the greatest thing ever as we were totally unaware of much outside of Thrasher magazine.
So,eventually,a few skins show up and the atmosphere changes,the skins start drawing swastika's on the wall's and dancing violently,before long it kicks off. Big Time. It was a small room and in the middle was a huge ball of dust with arms and legs and bit's of chairs sticking out,like you see in cartoons only real. And from the sides of the room cider bottles were constantly getting lobbed into it.I wanted to get out as quick as I could but couldn't get past.
The police showed up eventually and managed to break it up. Obviously the gig was over. The skins were escorted away in one direction and the rest of us in another. Unfortunately for me it was in the wrong direction I needed to go in,and for some reason I think I ended up walking home because there was trouble in belfast that day.
I still find it amusing that was my introduction to the punk scene in belfast and that I kept coming back. Regularly walking or skating the 8 miles home after gigs in the afternoon(a lot of the gigs themn were in the afternoon) because there were riots and no buses.
If my ma knew half the time she'd have killed me.
