I had a dream last night that I went to the Y.D.L. reunion show that’s going on somewhere at a club much like Danceteria, deep in my subconscious. The show was great, all original members save for the singer English Nick (skinhead on right in photo) who even though he’s in most of the photographs you see of Y.D.L. was technically the second singer. I preferred the first singer’s (I think his name was Rob?) voice, that said, Nick was a good replacement.
I wasn’t the biggest Y.D.L. fan back in the day, they were too right wing and sometimes played dangerously close to the line of racism even though I never thought they were. They definitely had some good songs, “The Banner” was my favorite. They had a tight demo and image. At CB’s they ran like pack, this was before DMS or other gangs had arrived, and they were all teenagers. They might have been tough but they weren’t bullies far as I could tell.
I was having a good time at the show, when all of a sudden someone hands me a baby. I think it was the girl from the New York Magazine cover story on Hardcore. It might have been the only major coverage that NYHC got back then, the Village Voice had pretty much nothing to say about it. Might have been because the guy who wrote the story had to watch his back in the LES for years after, who needs the grief?
The baby was a beautiful, happy little boy, reddish hair as I remember. I held him for a while and then put him down on a couch with another girl who asked to keep an eye on him as I stood up. Even though I was standing in the same place, every time I’d look away, the couch and the girl watching the baby would slide away another few feet. Y.D.L. reunion shows are no place for a baby. After another look at the band and another slide from the baby, couch, girl, I gave up on the show and sat with the baby until the show was over, which was like 30 seconds later. As the people cleared out, the baby’s mother came back to reclaim her son, she thanked me for watching him.
The last thing I remember was walking backstage to see who was around and being surprised to find a 1980’s “Undercover Of The Night” era Mick Jagger hanging out, chatting with Nicky Dirt from Y.D.L. (skinhead pictured left). I didn’t interrupt, was enough for me to be in the presence of Mick and Nick’s greatness.
I’m not sure what this dream means but I found out my friend Mike became a father yesterday, he sent me a picture of him with his new born son, which might have had something to do with it. Also, I watched Permanent Vacation by Jim Jarmush last night. It’s his first feature and it’s set in NYC in the early eighties, which reminds me of Y.D.L.. I only ever saw them in the L.E.S. and in the (albeit late) eighties where Permanent Vacation was mostly set.
My advice, don’t bring babies to hardcore shows.