But the weekend evenings are devoted to fun and relaxation with a series of concerts beginning Friday night and ending on Sunday at sunset.
From Clinton Heylin's book "Babylon's Burning, From Punk to Grunge”:
The Bands were less happy to discover that provincial punks thought spitting was a gesture of solidarity: 'obviously believing that [it] was the correct behavior at a Grundy rock-gig', as Silverton reported. At the Circus, Matlock told the crowd halfway through to stop gobbing, or they were leaving. It seemed to work for a while, but as he says, "Perhaps there'd been some kind of guidelines written in the music papers by then. If you're stuck in the provinces, what do you have to go on?'
Google the words "Sex Pistols Lesser Free Trade Hall 1976", or simply "4 June 1976", and you can use the resultant 22,600,000 pieces of information to piece together a crudely helpful history of a) Manchester music, b) the birth of indie music and c) the "greatest gig of all time" that "changed music forever". The fact that if you Google the additional words "swear I was there" you come across more details about that than the Sex Pistols' performance emphasizes the show's reputation. Not least because – and this has become an integral element in the ensuing mythologising of the gig – there weren't that many people who'd bought the 60p ticket, but thousands now claim they did. Those who like to nourish the legend favour an estimate of around 40; other less romantic minds suggest a number closer to 100.
I was there. I was a witness, although not enough of one to notice at the time that what was taking place was "history". I had no idea I would talk and write about the gig for what is turning out to be the rest of my life, finding new ways to point out that the evening was something of a revelation because it instantly suggested that a) there were other people interested in music who made you feel, think and want to do or be something radical or individual, b) you could make music without the usual support systems of London record companies, promoters and showbiz managers, and c) here was an exciting way to assassinate Emerson Lake and Palmer, who indifferently perpetuated various demoralising forms of alienation, elitism, pomposity and complacency.
I'd gone on my 19-year-old own. I'm not sure what I actually recall or what I filled in using data acquired later as the gig was talked up into legend. We, the yokel audience, were scruffy, isolated avant garde music fans motivated to constantly search out new music. Many audience members have since become well known. So well known it appears now that the show was attended by a host of rock celebrities – members of Joy Division, New Order, the Fall, the Smiths, A Certain Ratio, Ludus, Simply Red, Buzzcocks, Magazine, the producer Martin Hannett. It was, in fact, attended by unassuming nonentities drawn to the gig from within a 20-mile radius of Manchester city centre perhaps because they were extremely frustrated by their stranded nonentity status, and craving purpose
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This is the review of the September 7 gig by Charles M Young, from Rolling Stone:
‘[T]he audience was primed and rowdy when Sid Vicious hit the stage. Backed by drummer Jerry Nolan and bassist Arthur Kane, both formerly of the New York Dolls, and guitarists Mick Jones of the Clash and Steve Dior of Nolans’ new band, the Idols, Vicious was resplendent in black leather and chains. His chest wasn’t shredded with red scars, nor were his arms covered with bandages, as they were on the Sex Pistols’ American tour. The thirty-five-minute set included such tunes as the Stooges’ “Search and Destroy” and Sinatra’s “My Way” (Sid’s current single). No longer playing bass, as he had with the Pistols, Vicious projected a slightly awe-struck air as he sang in the face of the frantically bouncing crowd, so that you wondered who was the audience and who was the performer. If Sid Vicious had not been Sid Vicious, the people would have given him the same treatment [a pelted barrage of crumpled menus] they gave [support band] Tracx. The difference was that Vicious has always insisted on his own talentlessness, presenting it as a challenge to anyone with a craving to be looked at onstage. If anyone wanted moves, they could watch Jones, who combined some interesting running around with inordinately sincere sweating. Nolan, Kane and Dior also played with phenomenal energy. For the perfect encore, Vicious sang the words to “Baby Take a Chance With Me” off a lyric sheet. The crowd cheered so long afterward that the security guards had to drag them out. It was a small glimpse of a grand farce that was the Pistols, reviving fond memories and making me wish I had memories of the Dolls to revive’
‘It just goes to prove what i’ve always believed. Rock’n'roll was dead as an art form because the poster boy couldn’t play a fucking note, which in a way was kinda perfect’ – Jimmy Zero, Dead Boy, from No One Is Innocent
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Wikipedia describes them as:
Red Hot Chili Peppers are an American funk rock band, formed in Los Angeles, California, in 1983. The group's musical style fuses traditional funk with elements of other genres, including punk and psychedelic rock. The band consists of founding members, Michael "Flea" Balzary (bass) and Anthony Kiedis (vocals, alongside longtime drummer Chad Smith and guitarist Josh Klinghoffer.
"One of the things that recently came to mind when considering the eventual lash-back surrounding British delight Amy Winehouse was the line “It’s only rock ‘n roll, but I like it.” After all, sure, it’s only post diva sophista-pop, but I like it. Hearing Amy’s throaty muck her way through the crowd banter from this show compared to her elegant, timeless voice is honestly stunning and something that I’m presuming is twice as shocking when hearing it live amidst a sea of fans watching her a half dozen or so cocktails into her set. I remember first watching the video for “Rehab” expecting something far from what I saw, and ultimately being disappointed by it. I wanted nothing more than to hate her story, her songs and her look but ultimately I found myself sympathetic to all of the above."
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