
The space that was once occupied by New York punk landmark CBGB, shuttered since its farewell run last October, will soon be filled with the designer suits and upscale fragrances of a John Varvatos boutique. The designer hopes to move into the vacant spot along the Bowery by March. If cancer hadn’t recently claimed CBGB founder Hilly Kristal, this news might have. The boutique is just the latest addition to hit the formerly dilapidated Bowery strip: Whole Foods and Starbucks were recently constructed as the street continues to morph from punky to yuppie. While we’re a bit pained picturing cash registers where Talking Heads and the Ramones once performed, New York City blog Gothamist points out that Varvatos is kind of a rock-star designer — Iggy Pop was a model in his fall 2006 ad campaign, and Alice Cooper, Slash and Ryan Adams have donned his designs. Still, we’d rather reminisce about better days at 315 Bowery.
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Dozens of young’uns pleaded with bouncers to gain entry to the penultimate CBGB’s show, to no avail. Inside, the capacity crowd was comprised of dark-clad twenty- and thirtysomethings too young to remember the good old days. The show featured a nicely random lineup: The club’s most famous alumni (Blondie) in redux form, playing acoustic, as well as far less famous, though more reliable, New York punk warriors the Dictators.
To a first-timer, CBGB’s is intimidating: the peeling walls; the beer-soaked floors; the leather-clad dudes, and, worst of all, the smell—a potpourri of Porta-Potty and post-kegger frat house. But when NYC punk stalwarts the Dictators hit the stage on Friday night to mark the legendary club’s third-to-last show, all sensory sins were forgiven.
The founding late-Sixties lineup of the San Francisco power trio Blue Cheer – singer-bass guitarist Dickie Peterson, drummer Paul Whaley and guitarist Leigh Stephens – was so loud that the band literally recorded half of its second album, Outsideinside, outdoors, on waterfront piers. There was so much amp hum on Blue Cheer’s infamous debut, 1968’s Vincebus Eruptum, that it was practically a fourth instrument. And in one memorable ’68 TV appearance, promoting their freak hit cover of Eddie Cochran’s “Summertime Blues,” the group – armed with a long wall of Marshall speaker cabinets – was introduced by host Steve Allen this way: “Blue Cheer. Run for your lives.”


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