The Clash were everything a band should have been at that particular point and place in music. Young, good looking, well dressed, confused and even contradictory.
At the tender age of 16 and in one single afternoon, we had been to a punk club, seen Joy Division and got an autograph from a Sex Pistol. How could we not fall in love with this wonderful place?!
It was a genuine anyone-who-was-anyone-was -there-where-were-you-sucker type of gigs, one of those incredible moments that, even as you were watching it you knew it was never going to truly leave you.
Read on to find out more about being told off by your daughter, death threats from America and pissing in water pistols.
I’m desperate to do a book that has a happy ending and I’m hoping that I don’t have to resort to fiction. So I’ll keep my fingers crossed.
I remember I put Echo and the Bunnymen’s first gig on at Eric’s. Roger wouldn’t pay them so they all came running to me, saying they needed money to pay for the van. So I took them to the office and gave them twenty quid.
The Warehouse was in the right place at the right time to take full advantage of this situation and became one of the main stopping points for bands on tour.
There aren’t even many colour pictures of Ian, they’re all black and white. Which is kind of how I’ve begun to remember it.