Faces, Cambridge, Massachusetts
closure reason: died with disco (1990)
The Starck Club, Dallas
cr: unknown (1989)
The Cave, New Orleans
cr: ceiling collapse (1931)
Le Palace, Paris
cr: drug trafficking (1989)
The Living Room, Providence, RI
cr: building declared unsafe (1991)
The Blitz Club, London
cr: declining attendance (1989)
Air, Tokyo
cr: unknown (2016)
Golden Pudel, Hamburg
cr: fire (2016)
B018, Beirut
cr: bombing (2014)
Heartbreakers, Columbia
cr: insider deal (early 2000s)
Elgin Jailhouse, Aberdeen
cr: fire (1998)
Florida 2000, Nairobi
cr: evicted (2013)
The Booby Trap, Winter Park, Florida
cr: criminal activity (2015)
The World, East Village, NYC
cr: owner found dead on the premises (1991)
Disco Schatzi, Hagegrunn
cr: fire (2012)
In Extremis, Sarasota, FL
cr: demolished
Bongo’s, Bradenton, FL
cr: demolished
Stowaway Club, Newport, Wales
cr: fire (2018)
Bangor Cave, Blount County, Alabama
cr: illegal gambling (1938)
Reina Nightclub, Istanbul
cr: attacked by ISIS (2017)
La Favela, Bali
cr: gas explosion (1992, 43 killed)
Sari Club, Kuta, Bali
cr: terror attack (2002, 202 killed)
Christian Audigier Club, Las Vegas
cr: bankrupt (2014)
Arma 17, Moscow
cr: shut down by the Russian military (2016)
Art of Lovers, Osaka
cr: prostitution (2013)
New City Club, Tokyo
cr: structural instability (2014)
King Xhmu Discotheque, Sapporo
cr: unknown (2014)
Enchanted Forest Teen Club, Dayton
cr: burned (1972)
La Belle Angèle, Edinburgh
cr: arson (2002)
Proscape Gardens, Memphis
cr: unknown (1979)
The Bitter Lemon, Memphis
cr: unknown (1972)
Club Oberá, Oberá, Argentina
cr: paranormal activity (2013)
Lolito’s, Moscow
cr: front for a child prostitution ring (2014)
Cocanut Grove, Boston
cr: burned (1942, 500 people killed)
The Station, West Warwick, RI
cr: burned (2003, 100 people killed)
40/40 Club, Atlantic City
cr: destroyed by Hurricane Sandy (2012)
Medusa’s, Chicago
cr: lost its lease (1992)
The Hospital, Montreal
cr: no business license (2005)
Sutthisan Rama, Bangkok
cr: financial crisis (2004)
Cross Club, Prague
cr: safety code violations (2014)
The Tunnel, NYC
cr: non-payment of rent (2001)
Xenon, NYC
cr: declining attendance (1984)
The Doors, Johannesburg
cr: mass murder on premises (1997)
Pyyzm, London
cr: onsite rape and murder (2013)
Eclipse, Coventry
cr: continued drug arrests (1995)
Gatecrasher One, Sheffield
cr: burned (2007)
Pusher, Manchester
cr: police drug crackdown (1974)
Kettells, Seattle
cr: unknown (2009)
No Comment Club, Paris
cr: unknown (2014)
Cabaret du Néant, Paris
cr: waning of ‘clubs that celebrate death’ fad (1867)
The Nsect Club, Hampton, VA
cr: weak attendance (1995)
Cousin Bill’s, Oklahoma City
cr: tornado (2012)
Hillbilly Ranch, Boston
cr: burned (1980)
Chandalier, NYC
cr: unknown (1985)
The Metaphysics, NYC
cr: destroyed by WTC collapse (2011)
The Electric Circus, NYC
cr: outmoded (1970)
Shorty’s Underground, Cincinnati
cr: floor collapsed (1995)
Panorama Club, Portland
cr: unknown (2003)
The Odyssey, Los Angeles
cr: burned (1981)
Coconut Teaszer, Los Angeles
cr: foreclosure (2006)
The Starwood, Los Angeles
cr: unpaid taxes (1981)
Gazzarri’s, Los Angeles
cr: irreparable earthquake damage (1993)
Clifton’s Pacific Seas, Los Angeles
cr: declining attendance (1960)
Floodlights, Beverly Hills
cr: never existed (2000)
Nafta Club, Nazare, Portugal
cr: building collapsed (2002)
The Adventurers Club, Orlando
cr: unknown (2009)
Mystic, Malta
cr: mass suicide on premises (1970)
Honey Moon Trail, Rock Springs, Maryland
cr: owner murdered (1963)
JB’s, Flint, Michigan
c: burned (2014)
The Magic Kingdom, Indonesia
cr: bomb blast (2002, 180 killed)
The Cave @ Homa Chateau, Gullin, China
cr: flooded (2014)
Lavish, St. Louis
cr: unknown (2002)
Old Joanna’s, Swansea
cr: burned (1998)
Dady-O Nightclub, Cancun
cr: drug trafficking (2014)
Luv-a-Fair, Vancouver
cr: safety code violations (2004)
Memory Lane, Cayman Islands
cr: collapsed (2003)
Cabaret de l’Enfer, Paris
cr: demolished, replaced by supermarket (1950)
Satellite Lounge, Cookstown, NJ
cr: fire
Majestyk, Leeds, UK
cr: fire
The Axiom, Houston
cr: too many drug overdoses
Cheetah, Venice, CA
cr: fire
Playboy Club, NYC
cr: outmoded
The Vault, NYC
cr: destroyed during West Street expansion (1996)
The Mineshaft, NYC
cr: health code violations (1985)
Palladium, NYC
cr: purchased by NYU and demolished
Charlie’s Club, Moore, Oklahoma
cr: tornado damage (2014)
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p.s. Hey. ** diesel clementine, Hi. Oh shit, I only just realised that somehow my eyes must’ve jumped over your comment yesterday, and I have no idea why. I’m so sorry. When I start the p.s., my coffee intake and hence wakefulness is questionable, and maybe that’s why. Anyway, I just read your comment and it was fully rich and fascinating, and it wasn’t too long and nor did it contain anything that wasn’t both highly appropriate and a boon for me and the assembled. No worries whatsoever, and I apologise again. I’ll make myself more eagle-eyed starting today. ** jay, Hey, jay. That rhymes, I only just noticed. Happy to read your descriptor of the McCall work. I’m a fan, and I’ve seen his stuff live and know of what you speak. Interesting to imagine you typing that on an autopsy table. And to experience the autopsy itself second hand. It gives me sort of Ouija board vibes. Although I do hope for your sake that your vehicle is back to normal. Excellent day to you irregardless. ** James, Must be indeed. Well, I’m glad you’re dancing again, and I can feel it. When I was a kid, one time I came upon a worm that had a human-like face on its … tail, or whatever it’s called. It was one of those ‘scare off enemies’ things that nature gives to certain otherwise helpless creatures. It was scary as fuck. It looked like Marilyn Monroe. I smashed to mush with a shovel, which I still regret doing. I have so extremely no interest in going to Dubai. What is a ‘mock exam’? Well, I guess it’s mock exam, duh, but why would you be asked to take a mock exam? Seems weird. I’m so-so about coconut. Its taste needs to be pretty well hidden in chocolate’s for me to eat it. I liked being at an all-boys school. My school had a sister school, an all girls school, and they would ship us back and forth for events and dances and stuff. That was exciting for some reason. If you have a book on Fire Island, you are definitely gay. I don’t even have a book on Fire Island. That is really fucking gay. ** Lucas, The 20th, 8 days away, okay, not so bad. Awesome about the speedy appointment. Was your confidence about the exam today reinforced by the thing itself? My Wednesday was … let’s see, I started writing a maybe new fiction thing. That was a surprise. I had a coffee with someone I met first here on the blog who’s going to university here, and she was/is great, and that was fun. The rest was pretty random. I hope you exited the room where you took the exam hopping, skipping, and jumping. ** Dominik, Hi!!! Yeah, I feel sort of confident that we’ll conquer the film’s remaining hurdles, but it’s going to be tricky. Thank you! I think love was thinking that even your clothes and the food you bought and your house keys and literally everything you own would all be lamps. Good luck trying to imagine that. I’m surprised Las Vegas doesn’t have a hotel shaped like a giant genie’s lamp. Love turning everything you own into a nightclub, which even he can’t imagine, G. ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, B. Yeah, nice things, those Bullochs. So handy. The Piotr Uklanski piece is really nice, and, unlike the Bullochs, it doesn’t seem like it would shatter if you moshed on it. ** Steeqhen, Getting there, good. Did you manage to dot the final ‘i’ last evening? I guess that’s the thing: I don’t find gyms or at least the idea of them sexy. I know that’s idiosyncratic of me. I think I’m more into couch potatoes. Plus, as I’ve said before, I’ve always thought of my body as just a moving platform on which my head is transported. Yeah, I lived about 80% in my head when I was younger, and I kind of still do, and I wouldn’t change that for the world. So, yeah, you’re doing just fine. Thank you for wanting to watch our films. Ace the sprint to Xmas. ** Steve, The name Lawrence Abu Hamdan is familiar, but I’m not sure if I know his work. I’ll find out. Thank you. Everyone, Mr. Erickson has shared his 2024 ‘music top 10 list (with extensive addenda)’, if you’re interested, it is located here. It’s cold and increasingly colder here. I need to buy a scarf. I left mine on the metro. Drat. ** Joseph, Yay, disorientation is the goal of all goals. Well, not always, okay. Like if someone put a gun to my head, that wouldn’t be a good goal. Yes, your book, I love it! I’m almost finished reading it — I’ve been taking my sweet time — and it’s still scaling the heights. I don’t think you want to get on the level of Knott’s insanity, or least where it took him eventually. Have his cake but eat it too. Great post title, obvs. Yay! Thank you, sir! ** HaRpEr, Not that you should quit smoking, far from it, but Zac quit smoking about four years ago, and he’s gotten less sick around Xmas ever since, which I guess makes sense. But he still gets sick is, I guess, the point. I think maybe when you get outside the UK, Anthony Burgess’s name recognition lowers substantially? Or I’m just not paying attention in the right way, just as likely. Kavan is good, yes. ‘Ice’ is great. Dystopia is so extremely way maxed out in my opinion (too). Apart from, yes, ‘Harrow’ and the rare genius depiction. ** Who else but mee 🧸, Hey! It is a bit of an elegant year. I wonder why. We have chosen the one at the top, the ‘fireplace’ one, but we might spring for a second one, maybe the conch shell one possibly. Which one would you like to scarf down? ** Justin D, Hey, hey. I rarely reread entire novels, or almost never, but, yes, I do pick books off the shelf and make a beeline to bits that that have lingered and then luxuriate in their refreshed familiarity. It is fun: my game. I recommend it if you like indulging in such things. Yes, sorry, I’m behind on my email as seemingly always, but I’m almost there, and I am already thanking you from the bottom of my future heart, or I mean its future status. Are you hoping to get anything in particular gift-wise for Xmas this year? ** 𓆏D𓆏𓆏arby, Your name has never looked better, and that’s saying something. Wow, your drawings are great! I think my favorites, at least to start with, are ‘Ghost in the Room’, ‘Pretty circle with depth’, ‘Die! Hund!’, and ‘Ugly Expression’. What do those choices say about me, I wonder? I feel special. Thank you, pal and maestro! I don’t know what a band-aid blunt is, which is super square of me, I’m sure, but I like what it sounds like. Your humor hits the bullseye with me. You told me about touching the Boris guy’s hand, but the pit’s impactfulness re: you is news! I dipped into the pit at a Melvins show one time, and the next thing I remember is lying outside the venue on the sidewalk with half of my clothes torn up. I like hanging out at galleries and museums and the After8 bookstore and of course in cafes which is where I guess I hang out the most. Ramen, nice. It’s hard to find really good ramen in restaurants though, I don’t know why. At least in Paris. Anyway, that place sounds enviable. No, you shouldn’t delete, no, if you want my opinion. And I can 100% assure you that this blog isn’t a syop or a lab where I use you guys to cook up characters or anything. Nope. You’re in the clear around here. Enjoy whatever your weekend puts in front of you. ** Okay. I’m giving you 86 dead clubs, and, maybe more interestingly, how they died. A veritable minimalist nightlife obituary. See you tomorrow.
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Oh wow, New City Club is so so much my kind of thing. I always love architecture that’s sort of impractically beautiful, and unlikely to look good for very long. The interior’s wonderful too, I always love that kind of super-organic architecture. I may go down a bit of a rabbithole researching this one. My boyfriend’s apartment overlooks this wonderful car-parking lot that’s (I think) copper-plated, and the first time I stayed overnight, it was about a week away from being opened. Now, it’s really, totally fucked up, all the copper is totally dented and messed up. He hates looking at it, and I think it’s probably put his apartment’s price down by a not-insignificant amount but, from someone who doesn’t need to think about that stuff (yet), it’s been lovely for me to watch develop over the last year or so.
Do you remember what the smoke was like, when you saw the McCall live? I know the exhibition I went to was controversial, because they used a particular kind of smoke that was meant to be somewhat exaggerated in terms of how it accentuated the light. Yeah, autopsy table / Ouija board are good parallels. I don’t feel a million miles from a tree surgeon either. Unfortunately the part I ordered was faulty, so I’m waiting somewhat eagerly for the replacement fan to arrive in the mail. It’s been a fun project to get done, though, the fan’s been loud for ages – it’s much to loud for it to be socially acceptable for me to work in public with, so it’ll be nice to get done with.
I think I tend to start huge, ambitious, ill-advised projects when I’m in this state, so I’ve been trying to redirect that energy towards doing a deep-clean of my room. When I’m a little lethargic / subdued / quote-unquote depressive, I tend to have a shameful attitude of “I don’t want to see this anymore” in regards to (dry) trash in my room, so it tends to form a bit of a mass under my bed – which I’m going to try and sort out today. The trash under my bed, I mean, not the impulse. So that should be fun. Anyway, have an amazing day. If I don’t send a message tomorrow, just assume I’ve been crushed by my mattress, haha. Cya!
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Huh, okay, I might opt for having everything I own turned into a lamp rather than a nightclub – not only because it’s hard to imagine the latter but also because whatever form the transformation takes, the result would probably be really, really loud. Unless, of course, all the nightclubs are dead. In which case I’d consider that option – if love allows me to have a say in it at all. … What the hell are we talking about here, haha?
Love dying like The Axiom, Od.
Dennis, Dead clubs? Noooooooooooooo!
Well, there are open DOL investigations ongoing. I don’t think he’s aware of those. Or if he is, he doesn’t seem to care. It’s the same bullshit over and over. The frustrating thing is that nobody at the agency where we work seems to be willing to step in and say, “ENOUGH!” But we’re gonna keep on and hold him to account as much as we can. Dude still owes each of us $400 from last paycheck. We have a meeting on Friday, so we’ll see what happens then. It’s a bit of a nightmare.
Yeah, Alex is a brat. Kinda like me. 😛