All the bands you mentioned are quite special to me, including yours. Throw The Avengers in there for good measure too! I wonder if there will ever be a musical revolution that was soooo grass roots as the beginning of the punk scene. Simply put, amazing.

OK, someone HAS to start, although those of you that know me also know I have difficulty shutting up- the will to speak is too strong (sigh)...
My memories tend to revolve around people, even though sometimes I can't quite remember their names....it seems like many many years, but really it was only a few years, and hard to define. 77/78 through early 80's....things were always changing, exciting, never stagnant.
I remember my friend Tina, dragging me to see the Nuns at SIR (a rehearsal).
Buying the first Ramones 45 at a little record shop at Stonestown Mall. Sex Pistols single at the record shop on Castro street.
The Coalminers benefit at the Mab....with a lot of bands (Avengers, Dils, UXA.....)

"New Youth" meetings, and Sadie making quesadilla's on her gas burners, and planning on changing the future (LOL)....and our joke "gang" names for the north of market vs south of market kids. North of Market Anarchist Death Squad (NOMADS) and South of Market Punk Revolutionary Army (SOMPRA's) and never knowing where that put ME, being from the Sunset district! The PopTarts....The Only English Band That Ever Mattered...Will Shatter setting the crock of napkins on fire at the Cafe Nord, where for some reason people were meeting regularly...leaving Sadies apartment one night and seeing the packed crowd on the street-following it towards Civic Center, on what turned out to be the White Night after the Dan White verdict.

Meeting Tresca and and Vince at the Bagel on Polk Street, Rozz and DeeDee with a hotel room full of Valley of the Dolls copies, Robin Brewer and her everything checkered bedroom (EVERYTHING)...listening to the Jam with Alexis..."pegging" our jeans, coz you couldn't buy them back then....


I remember Rico and Henry, and the flat above their store on Divisidero, and stashing my LP's there when I ran away from home. Crashing that first night at Peter and (what was his girlfriend/wife's name-Caitlin??)- they had to go out but asked me to let in the friends they were expecting that night- DOA - I was scared to death, they turned out to be harmless <g> Lauren and Chris letting me stay at their place, and helping me find my feet...
Reading the names of the walls in the...that was that place with the Jewish names on the walls-was it the Temple Beautiful?..when the Rockats played, which reminds me also of the koolaid parties after the Jonestown thing.
Oh, the Deaf club - .....remember the Deaf Club, and the Sound of Music? Don V stole an ashtray there and gave it tome- I think I still have it.
A party somewhere off California street, and Ju pouring a bottle of cheap wine all over me (it was an accident).....I could smell it for days. A party at Vicky's (Berndt? on Octavia), staying over after, and an earthquake the next morning. I have pictures of that one. A party at Tom Treason and Marks, and the "my name is" badges were kotex pads....some guy (??Tom) that brought boxes of porn over to the Lewd house, and showed the films on a projector.
Olga and Heidi picking me up at school- boy did they turn heads. Suddenly realizing there were other freaks in the world- as they say, priceless...Insane Jane came to school too....and Baba came to a school play I was working on....

Nancy's car getting stuck on a cement block in the parking lot near the Mab, and some HUGE rastas sitting on the back end of the car to spring it free (we tore off the oil pan)...Sara Brinkers birthday, drinking rum in the Mab alley....

Sama, and Susie Creamcheese..

2 trips to New York - one for a month (summer 79), one for almost a year (fall 80- Summer 81). I'll spare the west-coasters those memories...except....

Seeing a sort-of Dolls reunion, at Max's, when the other band members joined Thunders on stage. My first "date" with my (now)husband- an Off's show ....Brett despised California bands, but he liked the Offs, mostly because (I think) he was fond of Don.

Coming home, straight off the plane, dropping bags at my moms and going to the Ibeam.

Annie McLintock and Mark D'Arc from Berkeley rolling their car on the Fremont offramp, the ensuing "glad they're alive" party at the Traveloge on Market Street, drinking Kamikaze's in the shower...


When Flipper changed the street signs on Clipper - pasted a "F" over the C....the apartment off Clipper, and Carla-MadDog trying desperately to teach me to play drums (impossible, I haven't the coordination)...to the Wild,The Beautiful and the Damned...

OK, I'll shut up now....there is later stuff, I could write a book. So many people that were part of my life, so many people that I miss now...so many gone too soon.

I could go on,or delve deeper, but this is a start at remembering a time that now seems so distant. Did any of these things stir up other memories for anyone else out there?

BTW,I could never play a damn thing- I tried...bass and drums...I stunk. No musical gift here - thank the Goddess my kids got musical ability (and math) from their dad. It didn't matter. What mattered to ME was being surrounded by people that inspired, challenged and taught me. Experiencing the scene and the music as it happened, right in my face. Flyering (sp?) with wheat paste <g>....

OK,someone else needs to get sappy and reminisce here....