by Terence Dackombe Who’s that knocking at the door? Oh, hullo June 2012 – come on in, and bring that Punk Britannia in with you.
So, 35 years since The Queen’s Silver Jubilee and thus the same number of years since punk ‘exploded’ (there seems to be a consensus that it ‘exploded’) amongst us in the summer of 1977.
I doubt there is anyone in the world who is looking forward with more eagerness, to watch BBC4’s three part reflection on the golden age of punk, than me.
I was right in the heart of it, as a booking agent for several of the bands, as a passionate gig goer, and as someone who loaned Joe Strummer £1.00 so that he could afford to get his jacket cleaned (I don’t think he ever paid me back).
So here is my advice, whether you will be looking back at this snapshot of our musical history for the first time, or whether you were right in there at the time, dodging the sweat, beer, and cheap cigarette fumes in the Roxy or the Nashville Rooms:
Don’t expect it to be accurate. There is no fun in an accurate review of the punk era, because mostly, it wasn’t very anarchic or riotous at all.
Men and women have spent many an argumentative hour pondering upon when punk was born; how it subsequently influenced music, fashion and I suppose, life; and when it died.