first night
My first shift at the Trade. It was either late 1983 or early 1984. Someone with a strong recollection of gigs might set me right. I was a student at UTS, and had cut my barmaid teeth at several less than salubrious places that i won't commit to print. Then I worked for a few months at the Brittania Hotel in Chippendale, Thursday and Saturday nights...The Wet Taxis had residencies on Thursday nights at the Brittania, occasionally I worried that my serving Louis Tillet quadruple tequilas might not have benefitted his health.
The Brittania changed management and i got myself a job at the Trade. My first Friday night, as i recall... (has time murked the truth?)...had The Birthday Party on the 3rd floor; Ed Kuepper on the 2nd, and Died Pretty with their Friday night residency on the ground floor, not far from the poker machines. Yep, a venue where Died Pretty was the smallest act of the night, Ron Peno screaming to carpet, pokies, a few old geezers still chugging money into the machines, and the swaying youth of Sydney.
I worked the 3rd floor that night, crazy violent hellride music of Birthday Party, so busy i barely had a chance to look over to the stage.
The Brittania changed management and i got myself a job at the Trade. My first Friday night, as i recall... (has time murked the truth?)...had The Birthday Party on the 3rd floor; Ed Kuepper on the 2nd, and Died Pretty with their Friday night residency on the ground floor, not far from the poker machines. Yep, a venue where Died Pretty was the smallest act of the night, Ron Peno screaming to carpet, pokies, a few old geezers still chugging money into the machines, and the swaying youth of Sydney.
I worked the 3rd floor that night, crazy violent hellride music of Birthday Party, so busy i barely had a chance to look over to the stage.
posted by megan h at 5:36 PM
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not sure what i was googling to find this page , i imagine we bought drinks from you and never knew , my roughest memory from the trade union was checking out a rockabilly gig on one of the floors ,we staggered up stairs and entered the wrong floor , there was a mod gig on that floor and we never got on with filthy mods,there was a half dozen of us i suppose and the mods wanted a blue , one nasty prick called me a wallyburger , whatever the hell that is and it was on ,we got the rough end of it as there was a lot of mods at a mod gig , i think the same prick pulled a four prong throwing knife /star type thing on me and the rockers were being forced to make a rather dishonorable retreat to the stairwell , a kings x bouncer named terry who was knocking around the rockabilly scene who was on the lamb after apparently killing someone in a brothel or strip club bouncer fight produced a trg badge to the tradie bouncers as were were getting roughed up by the mods and club bouncers by this stage of the fight ,anyway we made a half fighting retreat down the stairs and outside , someone had an old 4wd truck that we all piled into the back of and as we drove passed the club pretty well shit off with our yellow departure someone threw a chain or rope over one of the mod scooters as we sped off we dragged half a dozen scooters onto the road the roped one ended up cut loose i think in the middle of the intersection on elizabeth st ,,man the 80's was a wild time and as you say there were live bands virtually every night of the week ,,what a time we lived thru ,,cheers big ears
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