I don't know Glenn... (aka Crunchy Weta...) sounds a bit "pop/rock" for me... never was much of a DD fan... but like I say, the memories blurrrr... I can remember for instance seeing Nick Cave at Mainstreet with about (only) 60 people in one of his first gigs ... he ripped half his clothes off onstage and was generally very entertaining... singing his songs horizontally from the stage floor... (I've got still got photographs... somewhere... pls of a lot of other bands at Mainstreet... I didn't take a pic in "daylight" for about two years... ) but yeah, who's to say, I didn't have my camera with me that night! You may well be right...

But still, it doesn't sound like something I would have turned up for...

My favourite Flying Nun moments were too numerous to mention – the life blood, the breath of fresh air in our otherwise dull suburban lives… mostly happening in MAINSTREET – the now defunct (demolished) live venue near the top of Queen Street and K Road…
The stand out memory – after a Tall Dwarfs gig (?) or were they then the Enemy? Or was it another Flying Nun band altogether… (Geez… sorry), it was one of those very early 80’s hot, humid Auckland nights when I’d been smoking too much dope and drinking too many Black Russians ( I know, crap drink but I was barely 16 and we had bluffed our way in and didn’t have much imagination) – and as the bands were changing over and the house music came up for a moment, two beautiful K-Rd transvestites took to the stage – the first one with long flowing black hair dressed in strips of black leather with a metre long whip, the other - with long dramatic white blonde hair, a g-string, and a pair of stiletto thigh-high white leather boots and a submissive attitude, screamed dramatically as she was chased around the stage in a mock sado-masochistic whipping routine ( to the sounds of much cheering and appreciative whistling from the audience…) As she lay finally, after five energetic minutes, on the stage, straddled by her black leather oppressor, who was thrusting and grinding a stiletto heel firmly up her arsehole… the house staff, only at that point, intervened to stop the play… imagine that happening in Auckland these days ae? Flying Nun... we loved you. You made stuff happen. Big Kiss.