I’m so old I remember…

ISOIR gigs where the band was loud onstage, not just the FOH PA system. When guitarists used 100W amps and shifted air, and nobody used in-ear headphones for monitors.

Music was better when it was loud. And fuck your hearing.
Amen. I’ve seen hundreds of punk rock bands. And will not be letting up soon.

What I do miss (and I’m so old I remember) when you didn’t need to buy tickets online for every fucking show. You could show up at the vfw hall or club for 5-10 bucks and see three bands.

CBGBs, Pyramid club, pipeline, TLA, City Gardens, etc…
 
Our first telephone line was called a party line. We shared it with other houses. Only o e person could talk on it. So if the other house was using the phone you could not receive or make calls.
 
Amen. I’ve seen hundreds of punk rock bands. And will not be letting up soon.

What I do miss (and I’m so old I remember) when you didn’t need to buy tickets online for every fucking show. You could show up at the vfw hall or club for 5-10 bucks and see three bands.

CBGBs, Pyramid club, pipeline, TLA, City Gardens, etc…
The 70s/80s were the golden age for live music, when you could see the top bands in reasonable sized venues for sensible ticket prices. I really don't see the point of mega-arena shows (I guess it makes sense to the promoters but not the fans).

One of my most treasured memories is catching a BÖC warmup show at the Venue in London. Billed as Soft White Underbelly for the true fans, I got tickets easily and for next to nothing by today's standards, and got to see the original lineup at something like the peak of their powers (although they split almost immediately afterwards following a disastrous festival appearance).
 
I remember when my parents bought a stereo cabinet. That thing was huge! Like 6 feet long! Had the cassette. 8 track and turn table!
Oh wow that is cool.

My grandparents had a gramophone and my Dad bought a Japanese (Aiwa) stereo system in the early eighties that we were not allowed to touch.
 
There has. Been a downward spiral in the number of phone numbers in my memory

Now, the only phone number I have memorized is my own
 
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