CBGB- The Last Day OMFUG
by davidbrommer
This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco
This ain’t no fooling around
This ain’t no mud club, or C. B. G. B.
I ain’t got time for that now…
~Talking Heads – Life During Wartime (1979)
CBGB was the iconic NYC club that defined the punk era in America. The letters CBGB were an acronym for country, bluegrass, and blues, which was the brainchild of Hilly Kristal who opened the club in 1973 at 315 Bowery. CBGB soon became a famed venue of punk rock and new wave bands like the Ramones, Television, Patti Smith Group, Blondie, Joan Jett & the Blackhearts, and Talking Heads. From the early 1980s onward, CBGB was known for hardcore punk.
Seeing bands play at CBGB’s would always be a blast, and just having a drink at the venerable club was always exciting. The place had tons of character, and I’m not even going to go into what peeing in the bathroom was like. As a matter of fact, when the Metropolitan Museum of Art did the show, Punk: Chaos to Couture they featured a installation piece of the bathroom! CBGB was storied, and an important landmark in NYC. However NYC is an expensive place, and Hilly got his club in trouble. In 2000, CBGB entered a protracted dispute over allegedly unpaid rent and a deal to renew CBGB’s lease, expiring in 2006, failed. The club closed upon its final concert, played by Patti Smith, on October 15, 2006. The end of an era.
“There’s new kids with new ideas all over the world,” Patti Smith declared outside the club at the last show, “They’ll make their own places — it doesn’t matter whether it’s here or wherever it is. but It’s a symptom of the empty new prosperity of our city”.
Upon learning on the eminent end to CBGB I set out to photograph it as part of my loose project entitled, “NY Out of Business”. On a cold and windy late October day I set up my Deardorff 8×10 camera and wide angle 8 ¼ dagor lens in front of CBGB’s. Cars and vans were always parked out side, so I set up as close to the curb as possible and made my exposure. Fearing the high wind would have rocked the camera and caused a blurry image due to a low shutter speed I returned the next day only to find the premiss white washed and the awning skeleton removed. The last vestige of CBGB and her punk heritage was obliterated. Luckily, I shot it just in time.

This was made by scanning the 8×10 negative and correcting for perspective with photoshop using the transform tool.
A year later, the awesome clothing designer John Varvatos leased the property and with deep respect to the orignal punk ethic, integrated as much of the enterior to his shop. Walking in the Bowery Varvatos store is almost like entering a punk museum. He saved the landmark from becoming a 7-11 or worse. Thanks John!
Here is what the store looks like now.
This is the original shot from the Deardorff. I was too close to correct the perspective, so after scanning the negative I was able to correct for perspective in photoshop.
CBGB I miss you, one more piece of NYC that has gone to history.
~David
I used to go to CBGS back in the day when you could get there early and avoid the $3 door charge. Got to play pool with Richard Hell and hear about the first Eno produced record. I was only there to see Television but Patti Smith asked if I could not play pool during her set and turn off the light, She was very polite and ended up watched her set and becoming her biggest fan. Bought about ten copies from JandR and sent them to friends in England.
I very vaguely remember hitting on Debbie Harry back when she was still a Stilleto and not a Blondie. I was so drunk I could barely talk, she ignored me.
I saw one of the first Ramones shows and thought they were a joke, somewhere between Kiss and the Monkies. They dressed like prostitutes and snarled in a comic way.
Stopped going when it got to be a place to go. Made it back once to see The Jam and the place was packed and they had an arsehole on the door.
And then again the afternoon after the final closing shows I found myself walking by. And I popped in. There was Hilly at his desk looking awful sick. He showed me his baggie of prescription drugs. I wandered around and saw the same arsehole doorman supervising the break down. He was making some derogatory remarks about Debbie Harry when I notice a wee gray feller beside me asking permission to take some photos. It was Chris Stein asking permission! I said you do not need permission. Asking permission from a jackass! Hilly told me that the doorman had been a pain that would not go away.
Hilly passed away not long after. Chris Stein has a coffee table book out. And CBGBs was well past it’s expiration date.
I used to go to CBGS back in the day when you could get there early and avoid the $3 door charge. Got to play pool with Richard Hell and hear about the first Eno produced record. I was only there to see Television but Patti Smith asked if I could not play pool during her set and turn off the light, She was very polite and ended up watched her set and becoming her biggest fan. Bought about ten copies from JandR and sent them to friends in England.
I very vaguely remember hitting on Debbie Harry back when she was still a Stilleto and not a Blondie. I was so drunk I could barely talk, she ignored me.
I saw one of the first Ramones shows and thought they were a joke, somewhere between Kiss and the Monkies. They dressed like prostitutes and snarled in a comic way.
Stopped going when it got to be a place to go. Made it back once to see The Jam and the place was packed and they had an arsehole on the door.
And then again the afternoon after the final closing shows I found myself walking by. And I popped in. There was Hilly at his desk looking awful sick. He showed me his baggie of prescription drugs. I wandered around and saw the same arsehole doorman supervising the break down. He was making some derogatory remarks about Debbie Harry when I notice a wee gray feller beside me asking permission to take some photos. It was Chris Stein asking permission! I said you do not need permission. Asking permission from a jackass! Hilly told me that the doorman had been a pain that would not go away.
Hilly passed away not long after. Chris Stein has a coffee table book out. And CBGBs was well past it’s expiration date.
Thank you very much for that reply, gives a great sense to the spirit. Gene, you are a gentleman.
I remember when it closed. Now a designer clothes shop! How depressing
Wow, Eugene, looks like you’ve got some great memories from there
It’s worth noting that CBGBs was more than just the main historic CBGBs venue. It was also CBGB’s Gallery (opening after CBGB’s Record Canteen closed) and CBGB’s Basement (opening as recently as 1998!). Each space had it’s own character and was unique to the CBGBs complex of venues. The main CBGBs was only around 3,000+ sq feet. CBGBs Gallery was around 5,000+ square feet and the basement was around 8,000 square feet (if you count the office in the back and beer stocking room under the stairs).
It’s sad that the web has so much about the early years of CBGBs and so little about the last 20 years of it, since CBGBs never stopped be relevant to underground culture. Just because the punk years were picked up by the mainstream doesn’t negate the rest of the equal or greater value stuff that happened there.
I can say with complete honesty, I was more of a CBGBs Gallery fan than the original club. While I enjoyed seeing a punk act the real deal for me, was next door, downstairs. Jason, when you did Absolution, with the different rooms spinning great Industrial Gothic Dance music it was perfect. Low slung couches, lots of smoke, and a deathly dance floor. This was the late-ish 90’s. I saw hot ram being sold at the bar. I’ll give you CyberPunk. Great days.