This little freebie mag, thrown together with loving carelessness, full of spite and vice, represents a moment in time and a venue in its prime. That's not to say that I don't enjoy the occasional trip to the current Ottobar, an even decade later...but while the name may be the same, that place is gone forever.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
In a time before blogs roamed the Earth, Xeroxed zines were king.
Long before the days of high school suburbanite dance parties and “Hook your iPod up to the sound system and drink for free ‘DJ nights’” the Ottobar stood for something...I dunno, more honest? Surly bartenders slung dollar Bohs and saluted wholesome, family friendly topics, like porno and Satan. Little known bands like At the Drive-In and Death Cab for Cutie pulled grateful crowds that wrung every drop of air out of that cramped and flimsy main room. Hang around in the upstairs lounge long enough, and you might've found yourself being stalked by Otto, the namesake barcat. And if they gave out a “Best of Baltimore” award for nastiest men’s room, that one behind the stage would have been a lock. Rose tinted days-gone-by, I know. Still, back then Mike, Todd, Tecla and the others would go that extra mile to make sure you thought they didn’t give a fuck, even though you knew that deep down they really did. Case in point, Ottozine.
This little freebie mag, thrown together with loving carelessness, full of spite and vice, represents a moment in time and a venue in its prime. That's not to say that I don't enjoy the occasional trip to the current Ottobar, an even decade later...but while the name may be the same, that place is gone forever.
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This little freebie mag, thrown together with loving carelessness, full of spite and vice, represents a moment in time and a venue in its prime. That's not to say that I don't enjoy the occasional trip to the current Ottobar, an even decade later...but while the name may be the same, that place is gone forever.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Some great fliers courtesy of Tim Kabera
Monday, February 9, 2009
Payan's Rugs
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Ink & Dagger at the Chop Shop ! December '98 (?)
One of my favorite bands of the era playing a great show at one of the best D.I.Y. venues of the era. R.I.P. Sean McCabe.
Thanks Scott Peters for the pics and Damon Pieri for the flyer !
Thanks Scott Peters for the pics and Damon Pieri for the flyer !
Labels:
Baltimore,
Chop Shop,
Dead Venues,
Ink and Dagger
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Where are they now ? A view of some Dead Venues as they look today.
Ahh, probably the building where I have seen the most live music, 203E. Davis St served time under the flags of the Ottobar, The Talking Head Club and Chambers. From the late 1980's to early 2008 this little Tudor-style building has seen some legendary performances. Many of them didn't even happen inside the club. Lightning Bolt destroyed hundreds of kids in the back alley and the Bourbon Street Anti-Fest and Reverent Fog Fest were summertime traditions of drinking and music on the filthy little side street.
The former Reptilian Records space in Upper Fells Pt. is now a check cashing place serving the growing Latino community. Reptilian was not only the most important independent record store in Baltimore's history it also hosted many legendary show from the likes of The Melvins to the local metalcore legends Torn Apart.
The Polish National Hall in Fells Pt. hosted scores of punk and H.C. shows in the eighties. Today it is still a Polish social hall, not sure if they have any type of performances there anymore though.
The entrance to the building formerly known as the Congress Hotel on Franklin St. The basement housed perhaps Baltimore's most legendary club "The Marble Bar". I'm too young to have caught a show there but would like to hear from anyone who could tell me exactly where in the building the bar was and how people entered it (through the hotel or through a separate door).
The very first Talking Head Club was a very short lived spot in this building on Cathedral St. in MT. Vernon. From what I remember it seems like the space was an old speakeasy that had sat idle for many years and now it is silent once again.
The old American Revolution (The Rev) in the Station North neighborhood is now a jazz club with a pretty strict dress code .
The old Supreme Imperial / Chop Shop on Pearl St. Not sure if anyone lives there currently but it looks pretty dead.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Slickee Boys - "Jailbait Janet" Live @ the Marble Bar 07-23-83 !
Pretty stoked to find quality video footage from the Marble Bar
More Small Intestine content !
Just got a ton of stuff from the late '90's Baltimore punk/H.C. scene
Back before the swank improved Supreme Imperial was hosting indie-rock bands, 223 Pearl St was known as The Chop Shop and before that it was actually called...um....The Supreme Imperial. The Chop Shop was a real DIY punk venue..bands played upstairs and T-shirts were printed downstairs. I caught many great shows there, Ink and Dagger, Converge, Kid Dynamite and I was there when the police shut down a Boy Sets Fire show. Damon Pieri ,who did some of the promotion for the space, sent me a ton of great fliers. Damon along with Mike Riley, Kevin Weston, Jamie Arthurs and Carlos Guillen ran the Chop Shop and also set up shows at U.M.B.C. I hope to set up an interview with Mike Riley in the near future and my good friend and project contributor Scott Peters took lots of great pics at the Chop Shop and he will be providing those pretty soon.
Many more fliers to come !
Sunday, January 18, 2009
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