As the only coherent adult who spent most of the ’80s and 90s there, I should be the one living human allowed to say that the Limelight should be razed to the ground and left as a monument to what evil can do.
Instead, the shuttered club–which was recently home to a sample sale–will now officially become a fashion mini-mall, as described in an article by Sarah Bernard in today’s New York magazine.
Don’t buy anything there! You’ll turn into the devil!
But in the meantime, do read Bernard’s roundup of club survivors like myself and our misty, water colored reminiscences of the place. Then shower.