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Friday, October 13, 2006
Hell's Eulogy
Read Richard Hell's fine op ed on CBGB's end of days. I'm still grappling with the piece's conclusion regarding the seminal club's permanent exhibition in Vegas. But who am I to to wave my finger and shout blasphemy? I'm going to defer to Mr. Hell, as I wasn't there then, and bein's how I'm couchbound on a Friday night in Denver I clearly never will be.
And at this moment, as I try to find a conclusion to this piece, the well used refrain from "Blitzkrieg Bop" trax the stats at the end of tonight's Mets/Cardinals game. There's either a joke or seeds of a rant in there somewhere...
Read Richard Hell's fine op ed on CBGB's end of days. I'm still grappling with the piece's conclusion regarding the seminal club's permanent exhibition in Vegas. But who am I to to wave my finger and shout blasphemy? I'm going to defer to Mr. Hell, as I wasn't there then, and bein's how I'm couchbound on a Friday night in Denver I clearly never will be.
CBGB’s was like a big playhouse, site of conspiracies, orgies, delirium, refuge, boredom, meanness, jealousy, kindness, but most of all youth. Things felt and done the first time are more vivid. CBGB’s is where many things were felt with that vividness. That feeling is the real identity of the club, to me. And it’s horrible, or at least seriously sad, to lose it. But then, apparently, we aren’t really going to lose it.
CBGB’s is going to be dismantled and reconstructed as an exhibit in Las Vegas, like Elvis. I like that. A lot. I really hope it happens as intended.
And at this moment, as I try to find a conclusion to this piece, the well used refrain from "Blitzkrieg Bop" trax the stats at the end of tonight's Mets/Cardinals game. There's either a joke or seeds of a rant in there somewhere...
