I know I’m late, but then that might just be because of the ‘Dave Thomas Death Protocols’

Pere Ubu - Golden Surf II (live)

Rocket from the Tombs - 30 Seconds over Tokyo (live audio, Cleveland 1974)

Pere Ubu - Final Solution (live audio, Max’s Kansas City 1976)

Pere Ubu - Non-Alignment Pact

And a Pere Ubu-related anecdote found at Metafilter:

this is somebody else’s story, told to me by the guy many years after the fact. Call him Keith.

Vancouver, 1979. Keith’s maybe twenty years old, working the first proper job of his life and he hates it. He’s a security guard at Vancouver’s Robson Square Theatre which, for some odd reason is the venue for one of those oddball New Wave concerts, a unit called Pere Ubu being the headliner. Keith’s never heard of them. Keith’s not really into New Wave or Punk or any of that sorta angry new stuff. If he’s into anything, it’s more along the lines of Yes, Genesis, Emerson Lake & Palmer. But really, he’s just a normal young guy stuck in a normal world. He hates his job, he kinda hates his life, but what’s the alternative?

Anyway, because he’s the youngest guy on the security team, Keith gets the gig, he’s the one that has to stay inside the theatre for the whole show to keep a keen eye on things, call for backup should a riot break out. So he puts in some earplugs and finds a place to stand at the back of packed theatre. It’s supposed to be “theatre sitting” only, but good luck enforcing that. A concert is a concert. People are dancing, lighting up joints etc. Nothing out of the ordinary for 1979. And more to the point, people are “behaving”. They’re not destroying anything. They’re mostly just having a pile of fun – so much for the expected punk rock nihilism he’d been fearing.

Things do kick up a notch when Pere Ubu hits the stage. But even then, it’s not exactly bad what’s going on, it’s just wild, mad fun, unlike anything Keith has ever experienced. He starts edging closer to the stage, realizing he actually kind of likes what’s he’s hearing. This band know their shit. They can play. And then some punk in an army jacket taps him on the shoulder and says, “Hey man, I like your uniform.” And he hands Keith a joint. And Keith, in a moment that will change his life forever, has a couple or few tokes. And next thing he knows, fuck it, he pulls out the ear plugs, tosses his security uniform jacket and joins the mob, and proceeds to have more wild fun than he’s ever had in his life. And when the show’s over, he allows himself backstage (still having his security badge), thanks the band for saving his life and then exits the theatre via the rear, never to return to work, or normal for that matter.

At least, that’s how Keith told it to me.

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