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The Best Show on WFMU => Show Discussion => Topic started by: Richard_From_CHI on August 30, 2007, 10:20:23 AM
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Hilly Kristal 1932-2007
No more CBGB's shirts.
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Really? Did somebody stop manufacturing suburban white teenagers at the same time?
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Really? Did somebody stop manufacturing suburban white teenagers at the same time?
No I'm still here
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I can't tell you whose death I care about less, the club or the owner's.
What I can tell you without doubt is that the sequence and proximity of these events will be indivisibly linked in the hallowed annals of underground music.
"Some say Kristal died with club." lazy journalists will add as a misty-eyed coda to obituaries, space-filling articles in free weeklies and opportunistic retrospectives. Meanwhile a dwindling number of leathery, pot bellied Manhattanites will stare wistfully into space and ponder their own mortality.
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I can't tell you whose death I care about less, the club or the owner's.
What I can tell you without doubt is that the sequence and proximity of these events will be indivisibly linked in the hallowed annals of underground music.
"Some say Kristal died with club." lazy journalists will add as a misty-eyed coda to obituaries, space-filling articles in free weeklies and opportunistic retrospectives. Meanwhile a dwindling number of leathery, pot bellied Manhattanites will stare wistfully into space and ponder their own mortality.
Word.
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Good riddance to this dirty cretten.
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Now The Continental just needs to implode and we can all get on with life.
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If CB's had stayed open, it only would have been a matter of time before it was rebranded the Motorola Lounge or something.
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Now The Continental just needs to implode and we can all get on with life.
didn't it? i could have sworn it like closed or something.
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ah, looks like you're right emily. I've been served. Serves me right for pretending I still got a foot in NYC as I live 3,000 miles away these days. I guess we really can all move on with our lives.
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Man, that whole "Save CBGBs" nonsense really made me realize that the Punks had become what they hated the most: The Hippies.
I remember circa 1986-89 or so, when the Grateful Dead released "Touch of Grey", the Freedom Rock commercial was playing often, and I think there was a 20th anniversary of Woodstock. That seemed like the first wave of boomer nostalgia and I tells ya, it has not ebbed one iota. I think there might even be a commercial now with Peter Fonda in his Easy Rider garb selling some compilation of music.
that being said, I have always had a resentment towards the whole "We were THERE man, and it was GREAT! Sex, drugs, music, revolution...but it's too bad that you weren't even born yet, because you missed out out the MOST IMPORTANT years of culture. In fact, don't even TRY to have anything authentic, because it will pale in comparison" deal.
well, fuck that noise.
for alot of misfits, weirdoes, posers and others who found the mass culture of our time not all that invigorating, maybe you discovered a Dead Milkmen tape at the mall. maybe your cool older cousin played you The Queen is Dead. hell, i would go as far as to say that REM was pretty damn Punk. So now we had our own special thing.
Time passes. People get older, bands break up. new bands form. new scenes develop. everyone has a chance at an authentic rebellion. sometimes, you gotta work for it.
I took a friend visiting from Vancouver down to nyc. we ended up at the Mars Bar one night. there was a dude at the bar who was pretty lit, and insisted on telling this long-winded story about a pool game he played with a stranger back in the 70s.
guy: "...and his name...was...Richard...Hell"
I swear that he even did a little toast thingy.
we just both were kinda like "um, well it probably wasn't THAT weird considering that he lived around here. you'd probably run into folks from the rock scene all the time"
I think that was the 1178th time that he told that story to a couple of tourists.
let it go, man.
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"Some say Kristal died with club." lazy journalists will add as a misty-eyed coda to obituaries, space-filling articles in free weeklies and opportunistic retrospectives. Meanwhile a dwindling number of leathery, pot bellied Manhattanites will stare wistfully into space and ponder their own mortality.
HEY! i wonder what leathery, pot bellied new jerseyan little steven (http://"www.brooklynvegan.com/archives/2007/08/little_steven_p.html") has to say about hilly's demise?
"Losing CBGB meant it was only a matter of time before Hilly followed" said Van Zandt "It was his whole life. He created the space to allow Indie Rock, Pop Art Rock, and Punk to be born. There would be no Ramones without Hilly Kristal. And who would want to live in a world without them? He loved this city and in the end, the city spit in his face."
spot on jason.
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I took a friend visiting from Vancouver down to nyc. we ended up at the Mars Bar one night. there was a dude at the bar who was pretty lit, and insisted on telling this long-winded story about a pool game he played with a stranger back in the 70s.
guy: "...and his name...was...Richard...Hell"
I swear that he even did a little toast thingy.
we just both were kinda like "um, well it probably wasn't THAT weird considering that he lived around here. you'd probably run into folks from the rock scene all the time"
I think that was the 1178th time that he told that story to a couple of tourists.
let it go, man.
2030 AD
"...and I was in the Top 8 of...Interpol"
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[youtube=425,350]http://youtube.com/watch?v=e5nlyVgrplg[/youtube]
Everything that went wrong encapsulated in 26 seconds.
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ah, looks like you're right emily. I've been served. Serves me right for pretending I still got a foot in NYC as I live 3,000 miles away these days. I guess we really can all move on with our lives.
we can't move on!
because the weirdest thing happened. i was walking by st. marks on Friday and either i hallucinated or it was a mirage, but The Continental was totally there - right near McDonalds.
maybe it reopened? or never left? like did someone save the continental?
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Those T-shirts will live in infamy. I think they reproduce on their own or something.
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I think the continental just stopped having bands.