I think so… 
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Friend saw him mid 70s at the Lyceum
Said he was brilliant.
Think he saw Bob Marley at the same venue also mid 70s
Got chased thru Poole by skins after a Penetration gig, luckily back then I could run - hard to imagine now. The Skins always used to wait outside after punk gigs anywhere in the area, and when there were no punk gigs they’d wait outside the gay bars and clubs for some gay-bashing. Fucking lovely people.
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I wonder what percentage became Brexit voting Gammon.
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I spent a lot of my teens avoiding skins. There was a gang of them where I lived, and they had it in for my friends and I. It was horrible.
Strange, violent time. School was awfully violent, too. Is it just being a teen in the UK, or was it just a late 70’s thing?
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I missed out on going to see Jean Michel Jarre - Destination Docklands 
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Saw them at Uxbridge,and the skins jumped onto the very low stage and attacked the band
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From all I’ve heard from older friends, reading, &c, our generation had it easy! Sure, violence was routine (got in a fight on my very first day in school AND learned the word “Fuck”! 
), and I hated it, but stuff like knives were properly rare… If you stood out in any way you were a target. But what’s considered ‘bullying’ nowadays seems hilarious to me…
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I don’t think I went to any punky type gig without it kicking off
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Knives were a thing where I lived. The skins and their hangers on were lunatics.
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Thing about the late 70s skins they had no real bands to follow,everyone they tried to follow told them to fuck off
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You had the media of the day encouraging it by making pariahs of punks. I never knew anyone into that scene that was in it for confrontation and aggro, and everyone I knew avoided it as best they could. Poole Arts Centre used to herd us out of different doors away from the front to try and head-off the fights, and that often helped. Never, ever saw plod thinking-back, which seems really odd now.
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Mind you, I went to see The Damned in Bath, or somewhere down there, Shepton Mallet? Was '82, I think… Fucking mental! Was like it was still 1977! People in bin liners, safety pins through everything, and mad violent. I got punched twice in the face by different people. Anywhere near the stage was dangerous! Afterwards there were gangs of nutters looking for a fight. 
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Same.
Remember Eugene Reynolds from the Rezillos jumping in the crowd and whacking someone
Gets a mention at the bottom of this
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The scariest I remember was the marquee where slaughter and the dogs were due,but van broke down.
When it was announced you could feel the place was about to blow.
Luckily a quick thinking dj stuck bodies on,and the place went nuts,but not in a violent way.
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Late '60s/early '70s it was pretty much the norm to get bullied at the school I attended.
Take it or fight back was the general rule and far too frequently I opted for the latter. The outcomes were generally not in my favour but it did have the effect of dissuading those that were just looking for easy prey.
Best days of your life - my fucking arse.
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Anyway, I missed gigs but I did get to see others. My favourite of which was probably Devo at The Rainbow, June 1980. I get goose bumps now remembering it. They were absolutely electrifying!
We took the kids to see The Bad Seeds the other week, and I’m sure they will remember it forever. These things are important when you are young.
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It hasn’t changed much
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In the late 60’s the Doors were essentially the “house band” at the Whiskey (a go go, originally) in Hollywood. I was a big fan but just a kid. In California you must be 21 to even walk into a bar and I was far from that.
I begged my dad to take me just so I could stand outside and hear the music wafting out the door, but as my dad was very right wing (volunteering for Barry Goldwater’s election team three years prior) and the news on tv those days often showed large crowds of the beautiful people (unwashed hippies in my dad’s vernacular) hanging out in the parking lot… well, it didn’t happen.
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Great story