Wonderfully, Joe introduced the band for the second set:
“Who was here in 1983?”
What a phrase to be able to utter.
He even name-checked Peter’s agent, Brad, and later made sure to connect with everyone in the balcony.
Pollstar’s 2026 profile gives perhaps the fullest compact portrait of Joe:
“The longtime den father to the city’s vibrant local music scene, a community-minded philanthropist…an impassioned uniter of diverse cultural tribes [and] a fierce advocate for his city and its citizens.”
That’s good—but it doesn’t come close to what I am trying to say.
So many scenes have been ignited by just one person. I WANT that to be an encouragement to those questioning their ability to make a difference – you fucking CAN! But, Joe would probably be the first to say, “Hang on…” and start listing the places and people, as I am so fond of doing too: Wax Trax, Corey Rusk at Touch and Go, Al Jourgensen, Steve Albini, Lounge Ax, O’Banion’s, Neo, Cynthia Plaster Caster, Medusas, H-Gun, Chicago Trax Recording, The Reader and on and on.
But sorry, Joe. Although I DO agree with you…
Fuck, man — where would we be without you?
Despite a disastrous (but educational) Brian Brain show at the Metro (then Cabaret Metro in 1983), we’ve had some times through Killing Joke and the emerging Pigface multi-show days: a 2½-hour early all-ages show, followed by a four-hour jam in the early 90’s.
Damn.
All I’m trying to do here is unnecessarily write what the picture I captured already communicates so well.
Peter Hook dedicated the set to Joe. Hooky, as my Killing Joke band mates would refer to him, seems to be at a point in his career where he has taken notice of the value of moments reverberating through time. How sweet to see him take off his shirt at the end and hand it specifically to a fan.
Joe sat and watched all of it—except when he had to stand and applaud.
A few songs from the end, Peter pointed up to the balcony again.
The picture, I think, says it all.