They were a band I loved, and they were making the rounds as I became "Adult Concert-Going" age. Soon after, they broke up.
I was actually pretty okay with that. They weren't really the band I fell in love with anymore. It happens [see: Sting]. And I didn't really follow any of the members as they pursued new projects. There was something about "The Replacements" as a group that made them all special.
I was either still working at a record store, or just started at a pizza place in March 1989. One of my record store co-workers, Sue, was also a Replacements fan. I went with her and her boyfriend to one of the forty bars jammed into 2.08 square miles of Hamtramck, MI for a Replacements record release party. (I couldn't tell you which one it was.)
But it was the same bar we visited for a book release party not long before.
[The book "The Wild One: The True Story of Iggy Pop" by Per Nilsen is going for more than $50 on Amazon. Anyone interested in buying my copy? It's in way better condition that the one in this pic:]
The second time at the bar, while waiting for the party to begin, the bartender noticed that I was only 18. I wasn't drinking, and wasn't planning on drinking, but I couldn't stay. They didn't check ID at the door, so I just walked in. I wasn't trying to be sneaky.
Gary and Sue had to drive me back to my car at Gary's apartment. They didn't seem totally upset about having but Sue asked why I didn't have a fake ID. I was a Good Kid!