CENTERSTAGE
“This is no punk rock show,” John Doe said halfway through X’s set, and he wasn’t far from the truth, considering what punk’s come to mean during the last few years. This show could’ve almost restored your belief in rock ’n’ roll as something that crosses many boundaries, as a wonderful continuum and so forth.
CENTERSTAGE
DEPARTMENTS
“WE GOT THE BULLS BY THE HORN...”
X JERRY LEE LEWIS FIREHOSE
Universal Ampitheatre, Los Angeles
December 11, 1987
by Bill Holdship
“This is no punk rock show,” John Doe said halfway through X’s set, and he wasn’t far from the truth, considering what punk’s come to mean during the last few years.
This show could’ve almost restored your belief in rock ’n’ roll as something that crosses many boundaries, as a wonderful continuum and so forth. What you had was (supposedly) two of L.A.’s hottest bands with a rock ’n’ roll legend sandwiched in between. Lewis, after all, was a punk prototype back like 30 years ago— and being the self described “only motherhumpin’rock’n’rollcountry&westernrhythm &bluesgospeipopsinger (say it fast) left in this biz,” the Killer was kinda ready to rock. The possibilities seemed endless.