email@example.com Astoria, NY USA - Thursday, July 8, 2004 at 08:27:55
And now a journal entry from the summer of 1982, when I was still living in Iowa City. My friend Mansour and I drove from IC to Chicago to see some bands and saw James Chance and the Contortions. All of the IC crowd from those days will recall those Chicago weekend trips. They were always a blast and I got see tons of great bands like the Dead Kennedys and Killing Joke and a whole mess of other bands. The Effigies came to IC and played and I also saw them play in Chicago. They were really nice guys and always had a big smile when the IC knuckleheads showed up. Anyway, here's the journal entry:
Thursday, June 3, 1982.
Last Friday went to Chicago with Mansour. Saw James Chance and the Contortions at Misfits, a kind of posh place where the fashion New Wavers mostly go. Mansour’s mohawk, Lonnie’s half-shave, and my skinhead were pretty conspicuous there. As we stood against a mirrored wall, Lonnie began to notice a rather prissy New Waver next to us. She wore a full skirt, white stockings, and older (in-fashion) high heels. She had a full head of hair and she moved her hips rhythmically to the boring, conventional (no kidding, it really was) music – e.g. Graham Parker.
Lonnie glowered at her, spoke caustically to her a few times and, as the woman unwittingly spurred her on, finally wanted to bash her a good one. Lonnie’s a big girl – certainly the opposite of the petite New Waver, like Pat Benatar, Holly of Holly and the Italians – and I’m sure the Lonnie would have enjoyed upending this cream-puff in the middle of this fake-punk bar.
Briefly encountered Eric Nihilist, the big promoter of “good” music in Chicago. Some rich kid, as Mansour tells me, who doesn’t mind losing money on shows as long as he feels that he’s maintaining the quality of the performances under his auspices in Chicago.
As we were going up the steps to Misfits, he came down, wearing a white dinner jacket. He stopped momentarily to give a kiss to Lonnie (evidently they know each other) and then ran off, drink in hand.
After James Chance and the Contortions were a few numbers into their first set, I was approached by a short young woman. Extremely engaging smile, as if we were meeting again after not seeing each other since adolescence when either she or I moved away from the old neighborhood.
She said she recognized me from somewhere. Did I know the Effigies or have I ever gone to any of their gigs?
“Yes,” I replied.
Her eyes opened wide. “I knew it!” she exclaimed, beaming at me.
We commenced putting together the inevitable jigsaw puzzle of relationships and acquaintances, finally arriving at some plateau of understanding where we could relax and turn our attention back to the stage where James Chance shook as if beset by St. Vitus’ dance, sweat poring down his face, nose emitting clear liquid, his voice crooning and hair falling into his eyes. Michelle, I learned, is a drama major at Loyola. I left with Mansour and Lonnie, disappointed that I couldn’t spend the rest of the evening with Michelle, but also a little relieved because I had been wondering if, introduced to Michelle, Lonnie would have snarled at her and maybe even poked her with one of her meaty fists.
Also see Jeffrey Schuster Eastern Iowa Scene Memories
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