Adam & the Ants was an odd act, to say the least, and they seemed to be as much about a New Wave fashion statement as the catchy tunes that were popular for a time. It was a night out and Adam Ant had an interesting angle for his fifteen minutes of fame, but without some sort of evolution the gimmick could not have lasted forever. “Ant Music for Ant People”?; not exactly the “Diamond Dogs” but if Adam was going for Bowie, he turned out to be a one trick pony. The Ritz was a cool venue to see any act; and sometimes you could catch lightening in a bottle with acts such as The Pretenders with surprise guest Nils Lofgren, B52s or U2 on Saint Patrick Day. There was nice crowd and a buzz in the air for this concert as there were some recognizable radio friendly and club hits to be heard, but unfortunately the most memorable part of the evening was after the show was over my buddy, who will remain nameless, without warning, ducked into an alleyway for what turned out to be some special time with a lady of the night. The thought of his disappearing act is disturbing to this day; however he apparently survived the brief encounter unscathed. After all, sometimes the heart wants what the heart wants even if, in retrospect, it does not make much sense and is potentially hazardous to one’s health.

Kings of the Wild Frontier

Rock on!

GQ