Joan Jett, Tom Morello Open Punk's Refurbished Birthplace
"This is going to be a motherfucker of an evening," designer John Varvatos declared at the opening of his shop at 315 Bowery, the once seedy, prostitute and junkie-ridden locale of punk's kicking and screaming birthplace, CBGBs.
The upscale retailer cleared out his pricey wares and welcomed a crowd of downtown music lovers after taking over the famed venue's lease from now deceased original owner, Hilly Kristal. The new tenant paid tribute to the building's storied past by hanging record sleeves and framed posters of the Rolling Stones, the Ramones, and the Velvet Underground on the walls, which surrounded a bustling chatter of flashing cameras and small-talking fashionistas sporting tattered leather jackets and plenty of eyeliner.
But despite the celebration, the star-studded affair (which raised proceeds for the VH1 Save the Music Foundation) also drew its share of critics. "We feel luxury retailers are pushing out real culture from the city," asserted local musician Rebecca Moore, who was among the protesters outside the venue. "Luxury retailers need to boycott these rents," she maintained, while waving a sign that read "$800 Pants Kill Music in NYC."
Back inside the newfangled shop, the howling tots of Care Bears on Fire kicked off the rock showcase. The shaggy-haired mini-punks delivered high-pitched renditions of "Everybody Else" and "Jack Brown," both off 2007's I Stole Your Animal, followed by four-piece Pop Girls Etc. and their surging, pensive grooves. Next, the D Generation took the stage for the first time in ten years, delighting the audience with their skuzzy musical styling, as frontman Jesse Malin climbed the monitors and hopped around the tiny stage, barely large enough to contain his child-without-meds antics.
Shortly thereafter, illustrious house band the Losers Lounge stole the spotlight. Joined by Joan Jett, Ronnie Spector, Clem Burke (Blondie), and Ian Hunter (Mott the Hoople), the supergroup performed a series of classic punk and rock hits. Slash, Perry Farrell, Jerry Cantrell (Alice in Chains), and Tom Morello subsequently roused the crowd with a rendition of MC5's "Kick Out the Jams," and by the end of the night, it was clear that whether you were outside protesting the event or inside hanging off the rafters, Varvatos delivered on his initial promise.
We asked: Now that CBGBs is closed, what is your favorite musical landmark?
Name: Tommy Volume
Age: 27
Hometown: Brewster, NY
Occupation: Guitarist
"Tompkins Square Park"
Name: Irina Kim
Age: 28
Hometown: New York, NY
IL
Occupation: Lawyer
"Bimbo's in San Francisco."
Name: Zeke Howard
Age: 30
Hometown: Brooklyn, NY
Occupation: Musician
"The Shelter in Tokyo "
Name: Lisa Raffo
Age: 30
Hometown: San Francisco, CA
Occupation: Photo Agent
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Maybe Spin should have hired someone who actually knows who they're watching to write this article... Recognizing Wayne Kramer standing in front of them who actually wrote and recorded Kick Out The Jams might be too much to ask for Ginny Yang. You'd think if you're writing about punk rock that the red white and blue Fender strat would have been a dead giveaway.
Actually, pursuant to that last guy's comment, there already IS a bunch of cool little "dive-y" like places that are incubating their own little scenes that criss-cross each other and further add to NYC's already-strong indie artist culture. My fave is a great little place on the edge of the Village called Otto's Shrunken Head - aka "Otto's" for short. It's a tiki bar in alphabet City (14th St., between Ave's A & B) and their backroom has music almost every night - ALWAYS for FREE! We've played there a million times (as we have also at C.B.s, back in the day!) . But don't stop there - check out ANY neighb in this City: Williamsburg, the Village, uptown on the Upper East and West Side, Spanish Harlem, even remote areas of Queens, Staten Island and the Bronx have their own hidden gems. There's a scene out there, peeps - you just have to dig a little. So go, ask about, and remember: it's up to everyday people like you and I to support our local indie artists - not just in music, but in filmmaking, photography, painting, sculpting, clothing design - you name it. LONG LIVE INDIE ARTISTS!
Times change, people move on, quit bitchin' about a clothes store and go open up a new dive like CBGBs down the block somewhere if you think people will show up.