Being a bit of a punk rocker in 1977 when everyone else was listening to Saturday Night Fever was a good feeling but it did come with it's share of social problems. For a start not all my friends suddenly became addicted to the new wave and they were still throwing parties. So I'd go to parties and there would be some awful rubbish being played. I went to one party. A 21st at the Sacred heart Church in Grey Street in St. Kilda and we kept pleading with the DJ for one good tune. He was having any of it though. He was playing dancing music. Finally the girls I was with went up and begged for something punk or even punkish. He did have one song that was a bit of a hit. "Watching The Detectives" So that was what we got. Just the one song. But we danced.
I was crazy about Elvis Costello. I had to have everything by him. Then he came to the Palais in St. Kilda. A brilliant gig but no encores and it seemed to be so short. We were used to 90 minute gigs. This one hardly reached 45. We heard a rumour that no one with beards was allowed backstage. Since Gudinski who was a bearded man brought him to Australia we found this quite funny.
Years later he grew himself a beard. Betrayed!
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