The end came Oct. 15. Seriously, an era is over.
Fittingly, the great Patti Smith performed at CBGB’s last show. Rolling Stone interviewed the legendary singer to get her thoughts on saying goodbye to a one-of-a-kind venue; writer David Fricke reviewed CB’s final show. (No worries; she rocked it, as I knew Patti would.)
Spent way too much time in that diveduring my hardscrabble and not-so-hardscrabble New York days of yore. Crazy crowds of punks, freaks, heads and wannabes, some a wee bit less than savory. Dealing with management when it was your band on the stage. And wow, the lower Manhattan neighborhood wasn’t the safest place, was it? But I saw so many memorable artists there: The Ramones. Sleater-Kinney. The Police. The Damned. Talking Heads. Henry Rollins. And so many more… So dark, so dangerous, and yet CB’s always made me feel so young and free and alive…
Suddenly, I feel a whole lot older.
Long live rock. Long live CBGB.