Local San Antonio band the Vamps opened the Sex Pistol's show at Randy's Rodeo. Their singer, Frank Pugliese, now leads the Sons Of Hercules, a terrific garage punk band. He was interviewed about the experience in October, 1996, by Discorder Magazine, a publication of the University of British Columbia.

Discorder: What was the behavior of The Sex Pistols' entourage? Did you get to meet the band? Did you get to hang out with any of the roadies at all? Noel Monk? Malcolm McLaren?

Frank: I talked to Sid. I was outside with my guitar player who was tuning up. Sid came over and sat down and talked for quite a while.

Discorder: What did you talk to Sid about? Did you see him shoot up at all?

Frank: No, he was wasted at that point. The bus pulls up and there were a few people hanging around. They run up to the bus and hand them their albums. They'd be jerks and scribble something on it and spit at the people. There was real tight security. They brought a whole bunch of security with them. You really couldn't get close to them.

Sid just happened to come over. He was normal. He was a little weird, but he was OK. He took my guitar player's sunglasses, so if you ever see those wraparounds in any pictures of him, they are Ed's sunglasses. (Sid said,) "Let me borrow them for the night. I'll give them back to you when we're through."

Discorder: So what did you think of the Sex Pistols' '78 show?

Frank: They sounded really, really good. They sounded great. I was surprised. I thought it was going to be bad. They were tight and everything. The problem was in Dallas the next night, I heard they were really terrible ... It was a weird scene. Freshly ripped clothes. Somebody was selling -- he made a lot of money -- fake safety pins that had a crack in it that you could stick it in your nose, so it wasn't really going through your nose, or through your ear or whatever. Fake piercing.

Discorder: How were they received?

Frank: Most of the people that came to enjoy The Sex Pistols had to come from Austin which is 100 miles away. Mostly the people that were from here were like, "Well, we're going to kick their butts," or something. The place held about 2,500 people. I'd say at least 2,000 of them were there to do destruction to the band if they could. Somebody brought a whole bunch of pies and started throwing them. I even knew this one guy who imported some people from Detroit to try to kick their butt, but they couldn't get close enough.

Discorder: Like biker gangs and stuff?

Frank: They would have if they could have gotten close enough.