Anatoly

and I hope you want to understand "rock" in a broader sense than ever, with music being just a minimal part of it.

It was what I thought, yes.

We often remember it, among us old geezers, that half hour when Lux and his delinquent entourage (Bryan Gregory was there, no need to add anything else) set a sports hall ablaze, packed to the brim with attendees there for the pretty face of Sting & Co. If I have to think of a crucial moment in my life as a fifteen-year-old listener, well, that was IT. One moment I was one person, after the Cramps' performance I was a completely different one.

In the sense that the Cramps opened for the Police????? I’ll bet my bottom dollar that the genius who organized the event was the same one who invited the Gang to open for the Blasters.

Oh yes, but blessed be that manager (Claudio Trotta? never kept memorabilia). I don't remember anything about the Police, but I remember EVERYTHING about the Cramps (and it's only been thirty-six years): Lux teasing the crowd half-naked, simulating orgasms with the microphone, climbing like a madman on top of the stack of speakers, with the furious crowd wanting them DEAD (deafening boos, throwing blunt objects like at a demonstration). And the more they provoked him, the more he - luciferian - extended his crazed sex-rock ritual. For those who wanted to UNDERSTAND, the illumination, the Light. Rock'n'roll is a state of mind.

What a show it must have been ...