I was teenager living in South Florida in the late 1970s- early 1980s. (yeah I’m old.) I was an outsider then (well, now too). I didn’t slobber over Led Zep, Van Halen and Ted Nugent (now that he’s been exposed as a hater, glad I didn’t).
Anyway, back then, you could drive at 15, drink at 18. And all I wanted to be was a Punk. Bad. So I heard this one band named “The Cichlids” somehow on the radio and they sounded suitably punk. They were part of an all ages show at some strip mall in Hollywood. I decided I would go. I was almost 17. It was early fall 1981.
I got there that night, in a flannel shirt and a knock off Members-Only jacket. I was cool.
And then The Cichlids took the stage. And promptly scared the living shit out of me. My first experience with real punk attitude. I was stunned. I stuck to the rear wall of the tiny place. And even in my desire to disappear, I managed to accidentally bump into a really beautiful cool girl who promptly stuck her fingers in her coke and then splatted them on me. I said I was sorry. She walked away.
Damn I made a mess out of my first punk rock show. Cant say I got much better. But at least later I did have the excuse of booze.
Anyway, I found this video on you tube. See basically what I saw – aint the internets great!
And here’s what I thought I was gonna hear: