The Jam..what a memory!  My brother was a big fan. He went to college in Boston, and although I never much cared for punk, dragged me out to the various clubs. One was the then "famous" Rathskeller (now gone to the wreckers ball, a pile of brick rubble).  Their, one otherwise quiet night, I think in '77,  we went to see The Jam in concert. High energy show, and they played well...except I still couldn't stand the punk sound at the time.  It looked like a family affair as well; as I recall their father or uncle served as the solitary roadie, carrying amps, and helping with the sound. 

My moment of "fame" came when I went to use the urinal.  Beside me, and also emptying a distended bladder, was Bruce somethingorother, the bassist for the Jam. 

We talked, and I said I had a copy of the album, The Jam.  Then I lied and said I liked it.  With a strong cockney accent, he smiled, and said,

"Zat royt?  Sew you got the elbum eh?

Then he zipped up his fly, flushed and headed back into the club.

Aaah... the Jam, the Rathskeller...my thankfully brief punk moment.  Oh yeah, I do have a vinyl copy of the Sex Pistols, Never Mind the Bullocks.  Hard to believe that was 25 years ago!!

Gene