R.I.P. CBGB
Posted by Lisa Christiansen
on Oct 16, 2006
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This summer I went to
San Francisco, kids in tow. After Alcatraz and the Golden
Gate Bridge, it's
Haight-Ashbury that really sucks up the
tourists in that California city. But unlike the first two sights, which can't help
but awe you, a street corner in a neighbourhood really leaves you kind of cold.
As in: what? This is it? This is the
epicentre of 60's counterculture?
As hard as it is to believe,
you finally have to surrender to the disappointment and remember that the best
social movements are organic. The right conditions meet and magic brims
over. And the not knowing and the not understanding is really the best part.
On the weekend another such
landmark made the news:
CBGB in New York. I never made it to the legendary club, known also as
the Home of Rock n' Roll. Bands like the
Ramones,
Blondie,
Black Flag and the
Talking Heads all either broke on the stage or added to its mystique. Its logo
is so familiar it has become a kind of Nike swish for non-sporty scenesters. The
club is set to close on October 31 after 33 years of business.
Patti Smith played at the
final show and refused to be nostalgic. It's not a temple, she said, it is what
it is. And by all accounts that was a small, dumpy bar that just happened to be
the place needed by the right people at the right time.
Soon people will be able to
visit
CBGB in Las
Vegas. I'm not
quite sure what people visiting will get from a faux club; maybe the t-shirt.
What they won't get is that weird rush of excitement that hits if you stand
still in these strange places for just a moment extra. Because it's then that
you realize: if it could happen here, couldn't it happen anywhere?
That kind of thinking leads
to revolutions.
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