fuck fuck fuck.
cbgb’s closed yesterday.
fuck.
poor cb’s.
it was a dump. it was disgusting. it was a hole that looked as if it had last been cleaned in 1974. the toilets were breeding grounds for plague and e-bola.
but it was an iconic and remarkable place that served as the starting point for blondie and the ramones and television and talking heads and patti smith and the nyc punk rock scene and so on and so on.
new york eats it’s children.
i guess that’s the way it’s always been and the way it will always be.
it’s hard to say to a real-estate developer: ‘you should give up the millions of dollars you could possibly make by turning this space into condo’s, and instead allow the past to remain intact because it has great significance.’
so now cb’s is gone.
poor cb’s.
to recap:
mudd club-condos
cb’s-condo’s, most likely
palladium-nyu dorm
mars-parking lot, soon to be condo’s
peppermint lounge-retail store
filmore east-bank
etc.
etc.
someone like taschen should do a photo book of iconic nyc locations and what they are now.
ok, goodbye cbgb’s. you will be sorely missed, even if you were disgusting.
-moby
p.s-i actually have this theory that it will be impossible to destroy cb’s, as the combination of graffiti and old paint and weird bacterium and urine and cigarette smoke will create some new substance that will be stronger than adamantium.