Picked up the Ultravox album on the basis it was cheap being second hand at Readings. it was produced by Brian Eno and it was a punk record. Which it really wasn't. It was a band who went punk. But I guess most of them were anyway. Everyone has a past. Looking at the front cover didn't give me much faith in the record. All looked a bit of a pose really. And all that plastic. But I liked the Televisions and chopped up suit on the back. And some of the music was great. Especially My Sex. Which I listened to a lot. But The song that really brings it all back is this one.
Saturday night after we'd played a bit of the Clash we'd get into Chris Volkswagen and head off to the city in search of kicks. We knew it was gonna be hard to find them in 1977 but we were determined to try. We had this song for a soundtrack. Crappy parties in Hawthorn. Cold rooms and warm beer in St. Kilda. A slim chance of seeing a good band. Sometimes we'd just search for some venue we'd read about in the Age. There was nothing out there. The first good band we got to see was The Boys Next Door and that was in Springvale. Almost home.
I guess that's why we started making our own fun. Putting bands together. Finding our own places to play. There was still a bit of a wait though. Maybe another year before it really started to heat up a bit.
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