A thousand years ago, my friend Pete and I were two single guys who occasionally took to the streets of our downtown. The clubs and bars back in the day were as varied as the spaces they occupied. Some were dark and some had brilliant works of art on the walls. One had the back-end of a school bus in the back for people to board and hang out and socialize. Another had the paneling of a Winnebago attached to the wall and people were expected to draw and graffiti the abstract canvas.
No matter where we went to on our adventures, we always ended up at some point at the pinnacle of the bars. For us, this was the Go Lounge/Kit Kat Club/Yab Yum.
Yab Yum was a late night coffee shop that served the best pie ever. Nothing beats a chocolate peanut butter cheese cake at 3 a.m.! Then there was the Go! Lounge. Dark with old couches and a juke box with songs that were not your standard fare. We drank Triple Grimbergens and Sympaticos. At some point, the juke box would flip over the record and a haunting song would fill the room.
What controls you Mr. Odd?”
The Jazz Butchers are an underground band from the U.K. David J. from Love and Rockets even played and drifted in and out of the band at a few points.
Now our downtown is sterile and in desperate need of something to return it to its former glory. Maybe the problem is the clubs. They have been turned from works of art into a mass produced product. One can go to any city and step into a club with a light system and thumping bass. Vodka and Red Bull. A D.J. yelling for the party people to give it up!
However, when I think back to the “good old days”, it is filled with memories of some friends and a club with a metal floor, a secret back room, and beers from countries that probably used donkeys to haul the mother lode to the airport.