Remortgaging is still ongoing, we are down to leg measurements and the size of my c*ck and that Girl On The Phone keeps ringing back. Still, anyway here is the really good post I promised.
From early 1977 to December 1978 I loved this band and thought they could do no wrong. They were political and from the street and they knew what it was all about. Then they released the second album and although it was OK it wasn't great. Nevertheless I would probably have stuck with them but unfortunately for The Clash at around the same time, All Mod Cons was released and my allegiances started to shift to The Jam. I could identify much more with Weller's description of outer suburban London boys and his songs portrayed a world I half knew and aspired to.
But in December 1978 I saw The Clash two nights on the trot at The Lyceum and they were great -everything I wanted them to be from one of the greatest bands of all time. Luckily for me and you, they recorded the gigs and here it is. The sound is raw and they are a bit all over the place at times but it is an excellent reminder of how good this band were.
Nine months later I was back at The Lyceum to see the March of The Mods tour. I had seen Secret Affair and Back To Zero at The Marquee and had discovered The Teenbeats and by the August of 1979 I was a New Mod., suit, Hush Puppies, Desert Boots, Fred Perries,, the lot. Nine months now can go by in a blink of an eye but at 18 nine months is a lifetime.
Of course The Clash redeemed themselves musically with London Calling later that year but by then it was too late.
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