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It's my 17 year anniversary on Tumblr š„³
We donāt talk about this Starbucks feminism enough.
Lux Interior performing in a striped suit during a Cramps gig on April 1st, 1978, for the re-opening of the short-lived CBGB 2nd Avenue Theatre, an event which obviously called for a formal attire, as captured byĀ Pat HefleyĀ (thereās another iconic shot from that gig by Stephanie ChernikowskiĀ on the back cover of āGravest Hitsā, with Lux climbing over the chairs mid-audience).
CBGB Theatre, aka CBGB Second Avenue Theatre and originally known as Public Theatre, Antillas Theatre & later as Anderson Theatre, was Hilly Kristalās brilliant, yet poorly executed plan to expand operations with an additional show venueĀ of a near-2,000-capacity venue which could host the crowds that were getting out of handĀ by late-ā77Ā at CBGB OMFUG.Ā Unfortunately the building he bought but never really checked outĀ was in a shabby state of repair and cost a lot of money to meet the standards of safety and modernization.
According to various anecdotes fromĀ Roman Kozakās āThis Aināt No Disco: The Story of CBGBā (Boston: Faber and Faber, 1988):
āā¦It opened on a Tuesday night, Dec. 27, 1977, with Talking Heads headlining, supported by the Shirts and the Tuff Darts. The next night it was the Dictators, the Dead Boys, and the Luna Band (formerly Orchestra Luna). Then Patti Smith headlined December 29, 30, and New Yearās Eve. There were problems right from the beginningā¦
ā¦[says] Bill Shumaker. āIt was in December, it was bitter cold, but the heating system never really worked. I never went down into the basement, but you could look down and it honestly looked like one of the rings in Danteās Inferno. And down there was the boiler. Everybody got serious coldsā¦
ā¦.[Sound engineer] Norman Dunn: "It was an exercise in how many things could go wrong. In twenty-seven degree temperature you donāt spray soundproofing under the balcony. It doesnāt dry. At the first note it started falling down. The boiler room was under eleven feet of water because the water mains broke. The generator outside was running the electricity for everything and it was driving the neighbors crazyā¦There were threats, the police were there; but it would have cost $15,000 and Con Edison would have had to rip up the street to make things right. And this thing was opened on a shoestring. So every time the lights would go full blast, the sound would die to a whisperā¦
ā¦Joel Webber is even more graphic, though he does exaggerate for effect: "The place was disgusting. It made the CBGB club look like the Rainbow Room. We were talking about eighty yearsā worth of dirt. I mean there was popcorn left over from the last performance of the Yiddish theater in 1925ā¦ā
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After the Patti Smith dates, the Theater closed and was briefly used as a rock'nāroll flea market, re-opening for shows with the Jam and the Tuff Darts on March 31st & the Cramps, the Erasers and the Sic F*cks on April 1st 1978. It is believed that by mid-ā78 theĀ new enterprise had come to an end, costing Kristal a loss of about $160,000.
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The Cramps: Lux & Ivy
No matter what happens, it always comes back to LuxānāIvy
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What is this tumblr place even like now? Remember when we were all young and hot and funny and interesting? I met so many of you back in the day. āYouā? Is that right?? Are you guys still here? Or are you newer? Have you deleted your accounts and made new ones? Is sst still a thing? gpoy? Truthful Tuesday? What about people asking each other questions? Tumblr is like my high school if I were to go visit it now. See that room? I took Chemistry in there. Her? I had the biggest crush on her ever but she hasnāt posted a thing since 2015. Hmmm. I met him in 2012. We used to tell so many jokes over there. So much flirting back then!! This guy, yeah he actually died a few years ago. So did he. And so did she. Yep her too. And her. God. Iāll never get over that shit. Things happen. Too much now to even express. We are not as young and hot and funny and interesting now. Well maybe weāre more interesting? Or would be if we had the energy or time or the right audienceāby which I just mean a community like we used to have on this thing. Maybe it still exists but with new peope? Or the same people but Iām just deeply out of even the loops outside of the loop Iām looking for? I remember so many of the souls I found here. Amazing folks. Remember them? Had brunch with them. A lot of them actually. I was always grateful to those of you I got to meet, Give or take a few folks? 2 bad apples maybe. More good apples than I can count or even fully remember with any specificity now. I donāt know where they even are now! Maybe some are still here? More arenāt here anymore but must be somewhere. Older. Wiser or not. Happier or not. Doing just fine, maybe, probably, hopefully. Tired-er for sure. Still complicated and still funny. Less into sharing their complications and jokes with a ragtag band of internet pals I imagine. Orāgod forbidānow into sharing such things on facebook like some normie shitty ass middle aged aunt or something. Sigh. Years have passed. Wherever that community is now, however scattered we are, I still think about all of us and what we had and how it felt, about those vibrant messy tumblr days when we were all so intertwined. Intertwined by our own freely made choice, not by any necessity of geography or career or social convenience. Intertwined only by our choice to be. A bunch of deeply profane but surprisingly kind misfits on a never cool social media platform which is today a ghost (and ghosttown?) of itself that died by some kind of corporate madness and slow senseless suicide. I really liked that community we had. I have not forgotten it. It truly mattered to me and it is not at all gone from whatever prayers get prayed these days in the tiny little church of my intensely goofy heart. Not at all. So thatās I guess what I wanted to say. Maybe I should (ah, same as ever) walk away from this post now and hit the publish button on it before Iām tempted to get literary and overly nostalgic and quotation-happy? Nah. Too soon to hit that button. Better for me to stay on brand as the kids used to say hereāand say with a level of irony (or not) I canāt quite recall now with any confidence. Iāll offer you a passage from a fancy book, a passage that I hope evokes in you some of the feelings about the old days that I still feel tonight. And if it evokes nothing, maybe Iām being ironical and silly. Thatās also on brand for me. My brand was large and contained multiple attitudes. Anyway, i miss those days. And Iāll wrap this up now with something a tough guy writer type (who like tumblr also died by suicide) once said about someplace where he had lived and loved for a time. And what he wrote was: āThere is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always returned to it no matter who we were or how it was changed or with what difficulties, or ease, it could be reached. Paris was always worth it and you received return for whatever you brought to it. But this is how Paris was in the early days when we were very poor and very happy.ā
Fuck yeah! Might dust this thing off after all.