BIG AUDIO DYNAMITE OPTS OUT
As I walk through the doors of the cavernous nightclub that will be home to Big Audio Dynamite and friends for the next eight hours, I’m greeted by the usual visuals that accompany a touring band. There’s the dance floor littered with flight cases and spare guitars, clusters of fans chatting quietly together, waiting for the soundcheck to end so they can get their albums autographed, roadies walking purposefully towards the stage carrying rolls of cable, and a leather jacketed Mick Jones walking towards me carrying a bunch of roses.
April 1, 1987