The place that launched a thousand punk bands is now history, due to a stupid landlord-tenant dispute.
I'm glad I got a chance to go there before it closed. It was a dark, seedy, dirty, nasty place, but it was also perfect.
What hurts me the most about this story is that the owner is now going to open a kitschy copy of the club in Las Vegas. Then again, that's fitting--after all, Vegas is where rock star careers go to die. Maybe it's where the place that launches rock star careers should also go to die.