If walls could speak...

Why this blog? I recall the 1980's, where bands was played in Sydney every night of the week. Where if you weren't in a band, or seeing bands, there had to be something seriously wrong with you. Sydney in the 80's was a Florence in the Renaissance vibe for live music. It had its key venues...the Strawberry Hills, Annandale, Harold Park, Stage Door, Sydney Cove ( worked there too), Hopetoun. But it seemed that everyone always ended up at the Trade, if not at the start of the night, when 3 levels of music could surely entice you; then at the grovelly end, when the 5am, and later, 24 hour licence lured many of Sydney's finest young libertines.

This is intended as a collective blog. We all went there. Drank there. Partied there. If walls could speak...

If anyone has photos, or sounds, or videos...feel free to post them. Only one thing i would say. Let's try, if possible, not to speak ill of the dead...