Salian wrote:... it's really strange you talk about that Bob gig...
It was a night, certainly. One has to cast one's mind back to 1989. "Rolling news" was some years away, and while football fans would have had the telly on at teatime for the results we weren't and didn't. (a mere matter of months later I started tagging along to Maine Road with some of my music fan mates but that's another story). The bloke driving had no interest in it either, we'd have had tapes on. Me and my mate would have a cider and a smoke before we went in cos we were 17 and never knew if places would serve us (though gig venues always did). The driver didn't, we were daft kids but very strict on drink/dope driving, we grew up in mid cheshire with its twisty country lanes and everyone knew someone who'd had a scare or worse. We started to pick up shreds in the venue - there had been some incident, a lot of people hurt, some died even? But the gig went ahead, and we would-be fanzinists introduced ourselves to the band. Oh, what's the fanzine called? Bobstonkin' Aubergines.
The thing is, it wasn't. I was at college in Crewe, a place still boasting a small but resilient goth community in '89. They were our mates, but we took the piss. (they did too, and the metalheads. It was teenage tribal banter but we all hated the "straights" and "trendies".) so we decided to do this indie pop fanzine but with a pisstake goth front cover. Gravestone, the lot, and the zine name "here lies a dead man". So i'm standing in this corridor in St Helens and this singer's just asked me my zine name and suddenly it is the worst thing ever.
But the cider and smoke saved me. There was a band we hung out with at college and we had also interviewed for the zine, whose "band word" for everything good was Bobstonkin'. And during said interview they also likened our mutual fave band The Chameleons to an aubergine, fuck knows, but we thought this was the funniest thing ever and had become obsessed with the word "aubergine". And without missing a beat, I answered "Bobstonkin Aubergines". It just came out, thank you brain. We kind of had to call it that then. And thus, in the grand tradition of fanzinistas, mate and I became Corinne and Cath Aubergine. (I resurrected the name in 2001 when I started writing online, partly for anonymity at work and partly in case anyone remembered our zine and I met a couple of people who did.)
But the gig? Over the years I have thought a lot that it's weird that the gig even happened. Clearly St Helens is not Liverpool but does tend to look that way rather than to Manchester. Thing is, I do have my own report of the gig to refer to, and it's clear that the gravity of the situation was very much not known by most there. The support band still played - with a stand-in bassist, as theirs was stuck in Sheffield "with an injured mate". This wouldn't have happened had they known more. And Bob themselves went down pretty well, people were singing along down the front.
Heartland wrote:These are great stories; really not just saying this, but I've always surmised that your regular BSP audience contains an above-average quota of promoters, ex-fanzine types, other writers.
It's true... have to say though this is an unexpected wormhole to my 17 year old self I hadn't anticipated when I posted a few album titles on this thread cos I was bored or something :)
It's also completely derailed the thread, maybe one of those moderator types should spin this section off into some sort of 80s indie fanzine memories thread...