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| John Lydon Los Angeles, Ca. 1980 |
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| A friend and I went to see PIL at the Olympic Auditorium in Los Angeles, and I must confess not feeling entirely confident that we'd make it out of there without getting trampled. There seemed to be several groups of skinheads, in full fighting regalia, rattling their chains, more belligerent than ever. The show was ablaze, with Keith Levine, and the hypnotic grooves of Jah Wobble, but it was obvious that the hardcore contingency was looking to rumble. John Lydon appeared to be somewhat disgusted as more and more fighting broke out. He threw buttons into the crowd from a bucket, as though he were feeding wild animals. The mosh pit kept swelling, and I feared being swallowed up by a tidal wave of shitkickin' boots and flailing bodies. Suddenly, reaching down into the crowd, Lydon lifted a child up onto the stage, playfully coaching and urging him to sing. The innocent voice of the nine year old startled and distracted the riotous mess raging below, and somehow the vibe mellowed. No one got killed that night.. -Ivy Ney |
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