(US tour with the ‘Black Cats’ - Keith & T.)
February 13 Philadelphia – Kennel Club
February 14 New York – Irving Plaza
February 15 New York – Irving Plaza
February 16 Cambridge – Jonathan Swifts
February 17 Providence – Living Room
February 19 Buffalo – Tralfalmadour
February 20 Toronto – The Holiday
February 21 Cleveland – Fantasy
February 22 Detroit – Traxx
February 23 Chicago – Exit
February 25 Minneapolis – First Ave
February 26 Milwaukee – Palms
February 28 Newport – Jockey Club
March 1 Louisville – Tweligans
March 3 Pittsburgh – Decade
March 4 Baltimore – The Clubhouse
March 5 Washington DC – Nine-Thirty Club
March 6 Richmond – Rockitz
March 7 Raleigh – Brewery
March 8 Atlanta - Metroplex
March 9 Nashville – Music Row Showcase
March 12 New Orleans – Jimmies
March 13 Houston – Fitzgeralds
March 14 Austin – Continental
March 15 Dallas – Circle Ranch
March 18 Tucson – Nino’s
March 19 Phoenix – Mason Jar
March 20 San Diego – Spirit
March 21 Long Beach – Fender
March 22 Dana Point – San Jaun Creek Saloon
March 24 Los Angeles – The Roxy
March 25 Los Angeles – The Roxy
March 28 San Francisco – The Keystone
April 2 St. Louis –
April 3 Indiana –
April 4 Connecticut
April 7 New York – Love Star
8 comments:
I was at the "Tewligans" show in '86. Johnny hit a guy over the head with his guitar. This guy wasn't heckling him, but cheering him on. I guess he got fed up with him. There was a wooden cross that had been leaned up against the wall behind the drum kit. While the band did "Steppin' Stone", Johnny tried to climb it, and fell. I thought that he wouldn't get back up, but he did. Yeah, they were sloppy, and sounded like crap, but I was in heaven. Two friends of mine, and myself hung around after the show in hopes to meet him. Everyone, except for the band, had left. Finally, an extremely good-looking girl came out from the men's room. You see, Tewligan's was so small that it didn't have any kind of a "proper" dressing room. I went up to talk to her, and as I was gonna try and make a play, Johnny came out of the men's room. He was shorter than I thought, and very very wasted. He had a black overcoat on, and a really cool fadora (sp?). I wanted to get his autograph, but he was too messed-up, and I didn't want to bother him with asking for one. He said "hey" to us, and shook my hand (very limp). I told him that he was one of my heroes, and he kissed me on the cheek. Then some guy (roadie, I guess), told everybody that they had to go. We kinda walked way behind them to see them leave. They got into a black Ecoline, and took off down Bardstown Road a couple of blocks, and stopped into a White Castle! We followed, waited about ten minutes, and then went in. We didn't go near them, we just ate some Whities, and looked at our "hero". He wasn't eating, he had knodded out. It's sad how Heroin can get its claws into you, and not ever want to let go. Alcohol is the same way. I know. It really sucks that he died, and it's now been 17 years! But I hope there really is a "better place" that he's at now. One where the claws aren't into his back anymore. Regardless, he left behind a legend in music and personality, that will NEVER be forgotten.
With Love,
Jeff W.
Louisville
I was at the March 7th 1986 gig at the Brewery. It was very good. Johnny was (for him) very sharp and coherent. He played several acoustic tunes. I remember he was annoyed with the crowd noise and said, "Listen, I can always pick up my electric and drown you fuckers out."
Anyway the show was great and I got a chance to talk to him afterwards. He was quite friendly to me but eventually he said, "OK get the fuck out of here (the dressing room). I need my space."
I also remember him smoking quite a few spliffs and drinking a great deal of what appeared to be orange juice.
Thanks, Mark Weathers, Wilmington NC
I was at the Kennel Club show in philadelphia. I met them in this upstairs loft that served as the "backstage" johnny was totally approachable, polite and slightly flirty (in a cute, not piggish way). He gladly signed an autograph and setlist for me and asked me a few polite questions about how i liked the show and "do you live around here". One of the best memories i have in life.
March 22, 1986 should be in San Juan Capistrano at The Coachhouse Saloon. Good show Johnny punched someone that spit on him. Took pics at this show.
we partied hard with johnny at the jockey club show.after the Louisville date, he returned to the jockey club minus the band and played a free show on the 2nd.he did this cause he had cancelled on us twice before and he wanted to make it up to us.great guy and lots of fun to hang out with.
No record or mention of him playing The Decade in Pittsburgh Mar 3rd. Search both local newspapers that would of advertised the show. Nothing
In early August 1986 he toured Europe and played two consecutive dates at a festival in Giulianova, Italy. The first night was recorded by the Italian State Radio, RAI, for a rock program called Stereodrome. On the Jungle compilation “Born Too loose” there is an excerpt from that gig, “I can tell”. The following night he played again, with my then-band The Kim Squad and Dinah Shore Headbangers, Mancunian poet John Cooper Clarke and English goth band Breathless supporting. I was so knocked out! To this very day it is the best gig I have ever seen (and I have seen over. 2000 since then). The band was brilliant too: Jerry Nolan on drums, Glen Matlock on bass and Barry Jones on guitar. Before the gig me and the singer sneaked into the dressing room and talked a bit to Jerry and gave him our demo (which he promptly threw away, I bet). John was sitting in a corner, very shy. Jerry was wearing a really cool suede jacket with fringes which Johnny wore for the gig. They and John Cooper Clarke, fellow smackhead, pestered the promoters for heroin all night, but they couldn’t get any: all they could get was some street Methadone, which Johnny and John Cooper Clarke, looking like a black-clad mantis, shared just outside the dressing room. A pivotal moment for me, as I finally saw what rock and roll sounded and looked and behaved. That bar of excellence has never been touched by anybody ever again....
Drove down from Erie for the show at The Decade. We got backstage during one of the many breaks. While passing around a weed pipe he kept trying to pocket my lighter. That’s my brush with greatness.
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