Three years ago yesterday CBGB hosted its final performance. The memory of its terrifying bathroom and indifferent bookings lives on, as does some ersatz version of its stage, upon which are now heaped piles and piles of John Varvatos shoes. Even the garbage-strewn alley behind the venue has since been spruced up: Extra Place has been given not just its own street sign but its own special dead-end retail huddle, where Bespoke Chocolates and Montana Knox Apparel now shill in the same spot the Ramones once leaned fetchingly against dumpsters and the like. Happy death anniversary!
This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on October 16, 2009