Much has been made, over the years, about the status of CBGB’s lavatories. In fact, it’s rare to hear an anecdote about the place without the being invoked. I’ve devoted no less to two posts about it myself. In any case, in the wake of my last post about the virtual tour of CBGB, a friend of mine shot me the video below, which grabbed the baton and ran with it even further. Herewith Sour Jazz — featuring my comrade Cowboy Mark on bass — playing right fucking IN that fabled water closet.
In the ensuing years since, since CBGB closed, the place was commandeered, of course, by John Varvatos. I’ve had lots to say about that, although recanted it all when I read of the man’s financial trouble. Not sure what’s going on there now, although the shop is still open, last time I walked by it. I don’t believe the general public are allowed down into the toilets, these days, but if Varvatos wanted to fire up some quick cash, he might consider opening it up to tourist groups.
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