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Cafe Bourbon Street

exterior of Cafe Bourbon Street Columbus Ohio

Though a local live music institution at this point, it’s kind of funny to look back and recall that Cafe Bourbon Street took considerable arm twisting before owner David Brown agreed to host a single show. Considering it was the guys from Superstar Rookie who finally convinced Brown to give it a shot, it therefore soon turned out that the bar and the band both were marking this as their first ever live show. At the time, understandably, Cafe Bourbon Street didn’t even have a proper stage.

Regarding the photo up top, I took that on an actual film camera (gasp!) back in 1998. The exterior still looks basically the same, with that dark blue awning, the name spelled out in white. I love the color composition on this shot, as it possesses a warmth you normally can’t get with your handy little smart phone, at least not without a filter. And it looked the same at the time, too, it hasn’t really faded much if any.

Chef Ninja X used to run the Taco Ninja business inside here, up through at least 2006. Was also drummer in something called Classical Ass. Cafe Ninja had homemade falafel. Other signature dishes are Big Bad Buddha’s Black Bean Hummus, Nunchuck Chimichanga, unfried pinto beans, shredded chicken. He liked to say, “your hunger has been assassinated by the Taco Ninja!” when serving you.

A line of mirrors, halfway up the north wall, has always lined the stage. They would string Christmas lights up and leave them well past the season, perhaps even year round. There for a while – I’m not sure if they still do this – musicians would get free Black Label beer on the nights they played. One other interesting tidbit is that my all-time favorite piece of bathroom graffiti was formerly located inside the men’s room here, a scribble on the stall which declared mustache + beard = face. And then demonstrated such with a drawing of just a moustache and a beard, which was indeed enough to suggest a full face. I’m not sure what inspired it, but found it so moving that we eventually used it as a name for one of our albums.

That was for one of my crappy little “bedroom” type home recording projects. Regarding real bands that have, you know, attempted to learn their instruments in earnest and rock out through the years, I will attempt listing every show I can find here, as well as whatever other history I can dig up on this establishment. Since this club remains a going concern, though, this is going to make for a daunting task, in that the meter is still running, so to speak, with live shows booked constantly. But you’ve got to start somewhere, so here’s what I’ve come up with so far.

Click the year in question to jump ahead – otherwise keep on reading…

II.

Our first visit here will transpire only a few weeks before this initial live show, during that summer of 1997. Dan Bandman rings up the house and talks to Alan, suggests we meet him at this place up the road called Café Bourbon Street. The two of us have never frequented this establishment, though it sits just a few blocks from our house. With its eyesore interior of tacky multicolored tile and walls painted so bright they nearly glow, the horseshoe shaped bar in the center is a point of refuge we scamper for and cling to, more so than usual. The bar stools represent a small chain of islands, ports against the storm of crass interior decoration. Of course we’re still left basking in an eerie hue of orange and green overhead lights, molding our faces into monstrous masks if we catch the wrong angle.

Dan is one of the good guys, among the cooler people I’ve ever met, a stout, dark haired, conscientious Jewish boy who’s loyal to his friends and kind to the casual stranger. When he smiles his face actually seems to shine, somehow. Our core group often remarks that he could and should probably be the fifth member of the inner circle. The only reason he isn’t, really, aside from possibly not having quite the same enthusiasm for our more off the wall stunts, is that his first passion has always been music, and he works relentlessly at it. Hence the instrumental demo cassette he’d played in our kitchen earlier this summer, featuring him and another friend, Travis Tyo, and a drummer we’re not familiar with by the name of Dave Copper. Now Dan tells me they’ve settled on the tentative moniker Superstar Rookie. I think it’s great and suits their sound like a well-oiled kick drum, but he is having second thoughts, at present considers it a mismatch.

The old man who runs this place is pacing around between this bar and the one next to it, Summit Station, a lesbian hangout. He oversees both through a door connecting these two disparate establishments, though he doesn’t seem to be doing much of anything at either.  Wondering how he’s going to pay the bills this month, maybe, judging from the sharp creases on his brow.

Slinging drinks here, while the owner paces around, is a sharp Asian fox by the name of Seresa. Seresa, it turns out, graduated from Clearfork, a country school district in the sticks about ten miles southeast of Mansfield. She smiles a lot and flits through each of the conversations taking place at her bar, which at this hour and day doesn’t amount to much. Her shiny silver blouse and tight black slacks accentuate a body I’m already a big fan of, that and everything else I’ve seen from this girl.

“You gotta watch her, though,” Dan cautions, “she’ll start you a tab and keep slapping drinks down in front of you when you’re not paying attention. Last time I was here she hit me with an eighteen dollar tab.”

Aside from the three of us, Dave Kemp’s sitting further down the bar, at one of the corners, next to another face I remember from high school, Tiffany Miller. Tonight Kemp’s already drunk and just as hilarious as ever, though he’s also apparently taken a serious turn with his music, and is now playing in a band called Secret Of Flight. As for Miss Miller she’s wearing a sleeveless black blouse with tattoos up both arms. She’s younger than the rest of us and I never really knew her, but don’t recall that she ever looked this incredible before. Elsewhere, across the bar from us sits a tall, lanky goon who resembles the bass player from Nirvana, with a couple teeth missing and messy black hair. He and the chick sitting next to him, representing the only other people in the bar right now besides Seresa and our Mansfield crew.

One of the perks hanging out with some fresh faces delivers, apart from the possibility of catching up on old times, is that it allows you to shake up your conversational game. With Alan, Damon and Paul, the four of us pretty much never talk about anything else but girls, alcohol, and classic rock music. That’s it. Entire weekends have been kept afloat without a single variation in this material. Seated at the bar tonight with Dan, however, we’re venturing into offbeat topics such as Beethoven, jazz, and the films of Kevin Smith, all of which are welcome diversions – although some of the old standbys aren’t necessarily verboten, either.

“You guys try that Pink Floyd/Wizard Of Oz thing?” Bandman asks us at one point.

“No,” I admit, having somehow become the mouthpiece for our party as Alan’s not saying much tonight, “we keep meaning to rent that movie, but I always forget.”

“My roommate Norman tried it,” Dan explains, and by this he means Norman Flores, yet another familiar face from our Mansfield days, “but he said it didn’t work. I don’t really see the connection anyway – The Wall and The Wizard Of Oz?”

“No!” I protest, laughing, “it’s not The Wall you’re supposed to use, it’s Dark Side of the Moon!”

Dark Side?” Dan returns, intrigued, as if he’s just been afforded some amazing revelation. “Well, no wonder it didn’t work…I’m gonna call him right now actually…”

At this, he strolls over to this alcove where a working payphone awaits. I take this opportunity to have a look around at the rest of this fine enterprise. A piano along one wall, a jukebox next to it. A tiny raised platform in one corner utilized exclusively on karaoke night, as they’ve never had live music here in all the years that old man’s owned this tavern. By the door, this minuscule booth with a window serving a small selection of pub grub, though closed at present and the lights turned off.

Concerning the embargo on live music, Dan addresses this upon returning, when he explains that they’ve just about convinced the wearied owner here to host his first ever rock band. Naturally, that band would be Superstar Rookie. They wouldn’t fit on the stamp sized karaoke stage, obviously, but there’s no reason a handful of tables couldn’t be shoved aside in that vicinity, enough to cram in their gear. They’ve been practicing with a singer of late, Brandon Tuber, and are just about ready to play out. The owner isn’t sold yet on the concept but they’re convinced they can draw enough if persuading him.

2006

January 10, 2006: Early Empire is already three songs into their set when I arrive. They sound great as ever, though I can’t hear Tony’s guitar quite as well as I’d like from where I’m standing. They play three new songs, one of which, Medicine, has this really cool semi-jazzy breakdown in the middle, just Tony and Joel playing. Something different for those guys.

Norman, Taylor, Martha, Tim, Artie, Scott Smallwood are all here. $3 cover, small crowd. The second band is from Jersey, Scream Hello!, and despite the dumb name they are fucking awesome. The drummer has a beard and looks almost like he should be wearing a turban, but no, he’s white, and he is a complete animal. No lie, I think he might be the best drummer I’ve ever seen. Anywhere. He never overplays, even though he’s playing the hell out of the kit, and has all these terrific ideas. Keep in mind I’ve seen Neil Peart, and while Peart may technically be better, I’d rather have this dude in my band. Copper acts like he’s unimpressed, though shouting otu “stop making me look bad!” to the guy. Then recovers and later hangs out by Rob’s kit, nods along, shouts same thing.

The singer is this scholarly type, tall, dark haired, somewhat of a wisecracker but not too bad, he plays a red guitar the same as Eddie Vedder’s. Tall, bald, muscular bass player does a lot of the between song bantering, and the kid w/ big nose and long black hair headbangs, dances around while he plays. While Early Empire were playing, Dan and Martha were doing goofy dances as well, though Martha later explained to me these were “Heidi Palermo dances,” making fun of some night I guess the notorious band hag was out making a total ass of herself recently.

“This song is about a friend of mine who lived across the street when I was growing up,” the singer explains, “he was literally about 80 years older than me. I was 10 at the time, and he died. My parents tried to cover it up but that didn’t really work too well,” he laughs.

“Was it Bruce Springsteen?” someone from the crowd shouts.

“No, he’s still alive,” Taylor calls out.

“Yeah, unfortunately, he’s still alive,” Copper yells.

“Ooh. Hey now,” the singer grins.

“Must have seen the video for Tunnel of Love!” someone else in back speculates, as to why the old man kicked it.

-The Handshake play last, and new bass player aside (tall, older guy w/ receding hairline and beard – very serious acting, but good) they only sound okay. Nonetheless I’m shaking Rob’s hand afterwards, as he’s leaving, telling him they sounded good. “That’s always nice to hear, anyway,” he laughs, putting their performance down.

-Dan tells me about this writing club he & a couple other guys are attempting to start

-Joel and Travis are talking about the Anthrax show tomorrow night. Travis about has a heart attack, acts like a robot, says, “does….not….compute…..” when I admit I actually like John Bush better than Joey Belladonna singing for those guys. Joel leaps to my defense, agreeing Sound of White Noise is a great album and they did some quality material w/ Bush.

-Tim is working for Bob the Fish Guy now, down at North Market. Says, “I need a new job.”

-Martha has gotten a job teaching down in Raleigh, she and Travis will move there in July. She tells me Travis scolded her for “bugging” us during the last poker game and that she’s “not allowed to interfere anymore.”

-half assed string of Xmas lights, one string, spanning these two walls – a W with one extra ass cheek, so to speak. That’s it.

-Chris has 3-4 shots of tequila, the last of which looks like it’s the size of a wine goblet.

-nice to see my favorite piece of graffiti is still on the men’s room wall: mustache + beard = face. Think that would make a great song title.

-Chris says after hours at their place; Tony and his girlfriend say they’re coming over, not sure who else.

March 9 – Man Man

April 26 – Sword Heaven. A solid Wild Oats contingent and other assorted associates are in attendance.

June 9 – Gasohol

June 24 – Deadsea. My coworker Smitty (Adam Smith) plays guitar and fronts this trio, who are awesome. I know a ton of people going to the show and of course was extended an invite myself. However, the populace is divided, so to speak, in that a bunch of us wind up going to Comfest instead. I suppose a handful did both, but I was not among them if so.

August 25 – The Minor Leagues

October 13 – Grafton play a CD release show for their album Jumpstart Wire. Times New Viking, Guinea Worms, and The Patsys open.

October 14 – Earwig play a CD release show for their latest album Center of the Earth. Rosehips and The Proper Nouns open.

October 26 – Mission Man is in town to ply his wares.

2007

All shows start at 10pm unless listed otherwise, though bands generally don’t begin playing until 10:30ish. They would typically start loading in around maybe 8, through the front door, then chill a bit – no small concern considering the bar at this time had a policy of unlimited free PBR (canned) for musicians on the bill. A door guy would cost you $25 and sound man $50, however. Most shows cost a buck, but a popular touring act might bump it up a little. Circa ’07 they are also boasting a bigger stage, touchless paper towel dispensers in the restrooms and, according to their Myspace page, a “staff who despise bullshit.”

March 16 – a benefit for the lead singer of ? And The Mysterians, who had apparently suffered a recent house fire. Cheater Slicks headline, with Guinea Worms, The Patsys, and Magic City also playing.

March 17 – a “St. Pat’s Garage Rock Shindig” featuring The Beatdowns, The Gentleman Callers, and once again Magic City.

April 13 – Columbus Power Squadron, The Proper Nouns, The Libertines US

April 14 – The Main Street Gospel, Modena Vox

April 20 – Cheater Slicks, Shellshag

May 25 – Wifey, Voluntary Mother Earth, The Sutra, German Castro. Was apparently quite a spectacle considering that J.R. Wifey, a member of that first band, is apologizing the next day on said Myspace page for their behavior: sorry if i yelled at anyone. hopefully we Wifey will play a show at Bourbon street and i will NOT make an asshole of myself.

May 28 – DJ Captain Lonesome is spinning soul, garage, and other types of albums. No cover, $1 tacos.

May 29 – Knockem Sockem Robots, Jacoti Sommes, Bitwise Operator, Nick Messer

May 30DJ detox and dj rare groove hosted by blueprint, FREE!!!!
May 31Gunfight, Phantods, Lo-Pan
Jun 1Masters of Luxury, 1.3, Boy/Girl, Gay Blades
Jun 2King Kong, El Jesus the dude who does stuff, Guinea Worms
Jun 3Best Karaoke Ever!
Jun 4DJ Captain Lonesome is spinning soul, garage, and other types of albums. No cover, $1 tacos.
Jun 5Meah, The Hot Damn, The Science Logic
Jun 6DJ Detox and dj rare groove hosted by blueprint, FREE!!!!
Jun 7High Violets, Big Black Cloud
Jun 8Crimson Sweet, The Means
Jun 9MV/EE and the Bummer Road (ecstatic peace), Time+Temp, Sarah Asher
Jun 10Best Karaoke Ever!
Jun 11DJ Captain Lonesome is spinning soul, garage, and other types of albums. No cover, $1 tacos.
Jun 12The Tanks, Ospreys, Mosquito Bandito
Jun 13DJ Detox and dj rare groove hosted by blueprint, FREE!!!!
Jun 14The Leper is Lenard, Hellsfire Sinners, Descolada
Jun 15Grave Blankets
Jun 16MC Cum Dumpster, DJ Bexley and the No We’re not Rich Crew.
Jun 17Best Karaoke Ever!
Jun 18VCR, Attractive and Popular, Phantods
Jun 19Warmer Milks, Swamp Leather
Jun 20DJ Detox and dj rare groove hosted by blueprint, FREE!!!!
Jun 21Elephant Bones, The Great Mad Hoax
Jun 22The Genders, Vietnam II, Sweet Melons
Jun 23 TNV, Jersalem+the Starbaskets, Pink Reason, Screaming Yellow Zonkers, Psy. Hors., Unholy 2
Jun 24 Best Karaoke Ever!
Jun 25 DJ Captain Lonesome is spinning soul, garage, and other types of albums. No cover, $1 tacos.
Jun 26 The Drams, Chris Mccoy and the Gospel, Evil Queens
Jun 27 DJ Detox and dj rare groove hosted by blueprint, FREE!!!!
Jun 29 Church of the Red Museum, Winter Sounds

July 10 – J Roddy Walston and The Business

July 21 – Shellshag

October 29 – Sonic Chicken 4

2008

Now they are touting $1 well drinks that rotate daily; also a happy hour special at Mr. Peepers Pizza where you stroll up to “Dave’s window” and order a cheese pizza for $3.50. A new and improved PA, as well as urinals that work! The classic Simpson’s Pinball Party game, video crack, and “the best goddamn juke in cowtown.” Oh yeah, and the staff still allegedly despises bullshit.

March 14 – The Helio Sequence

April 14 – American Music Club

June 3 – Mudhoney, surely the highest profile gig I’ve stumbled across here so far. As such, their set list is known:

The Money Will Roll Right In
Next Time
I’m Now
New Meaning
The Lucky Ones
Into the Drink
Suck You Dry
It Is Us
Inside Job
You Got It
Sweet Young Thing (Ain’t Sweet No More)
Touch Me I’m Sick

Cheater Slicks opened.

August 19 – Black Cobra, Weedeater

September 5 – Don Caballero

September 18 – Dan Melchior

October 3 – TsuShiMaMiRe, Jellyhearts

October 5 – The Antlers are listed in one events calendar, Excess Karaoke in another.

October 9 – an “Outer Sounds” show (whatever that means) featuring Russenorsk, Melty Melty, James & James, Blood On My Neck

October 10 – Rosehips, Sexes

October 11 – Royal Pines

October 15 – Hip Hop with So What Wednesdays

October 17 – Jerry Decicca & Matt Bauer

October 21 – The Anabolics

October 28 – Pale Young Gentlemen

October 31 – Sword Heaven

November 1 – Cotton Jackson, Ghost Writer, Swamp Witch

November 7 – Ugly Stick

November 8 – Black & Whites, Fey Gods

November 11 – HEALTH

November 13 – Penetrator

November 29 – Jeb Morris Betny, Country Death Rats, Couch Forts

December 15 – Times New Viking

December 19 – Mors Ontologica, Warhorse, Tree Of Fern, Time & Temperature

?

I have busted Dan Bandman’s chops (member of The Handshake) about this before, regarding a different flyer, but…it’s driving me (retroactively) nuts that a lot of these don’t state the year. I have a paper copy in my collection, yet don’t remember attending it, and doubt that I did. Guaranteed at least The Handshake portion was a good time had by all, though. Um…depending on which member(s) of Kopaz were involved, then I might have liked Jinx Palm as well. And presumably Life In Bed did not travel all the way from Pittsburgh to completely suck. But yeah, if you have a hot tip concerning the exact date, by all means hit me up!

The Handshake at Cafe Bourbon St.

2025

March 29 – KJ Valium

I spent most of this day, off and on, working on the very post you are reading now. Then was finally kicking back in front of the TV, much later (technically 3/30 by this point) and decided to pull up my Instagram account. The instant I did so, a message flashed on the screen, saying there was a live broadcast of some show at Cafe Bourbon Street in progress, if I cared to watch.

Anyone who knows me or for that matter has read much of my stuff might recognize that I could scarcely resist this bit of coincidental happenstance. Though often chalking up such occurrences to “randomness,” I believe the technical term is actually synchronicity – and yet whatever the case, am a huge fan of following these so-called rabbit holes or huge flashing signs to see where they will lead. It’s just really weird, because I’ve never done anything like this, and for that matter don’t even recall getting one of those notifications before concerning any account that I follow.

So I tune into this live show, which is already in progress. It’s a static camera, tilted to the left of where this one guy is playing. I can’t tell 100% what’s happening but he appears to just be playing records and occasionally screaming over them. The song in question sounds like someone singing something about I’m just trying to make a living, etc, and at times this KJ here shouts along with parts he either knows and/or likes, while at others screaming stuff not found in the song at all.

You can’t see any of the crowd from this angle, although I do occasionally catch the tiniest sliver of the right side of this one girl’s face, and an occasion or two where she’s holding up her phone to take a picture. But it does at least sound like a decent sized audience. Even so, and not to rip on this guy or anything, but according to the little “eyeball meter” up top on my screen, I am the only person tuning in for this broadcast the entire time I’m on here. Which I would clock at about a half hour or so.

I find this more interesting than anything else, as it has me thinking about how maybe some of these concepts have come full circle. Back in the late 90s and early 2000s, live venues and musicians were just dipping their toes into the water with stuff like this – single cameras mounted in a fixed location, left rolling, with the show broadcast live on the internet. Even the image quality in this instance I would have to imagine is probably not much different (and there are even a few brief buffering delays!) And so it would seem we have now seen this complete arc over the past 25-30 years: stuff like this went from total obscurity, to where it was only oddball cultish weirdos who would have been online watching live shows, and you might have realistically had just a single viewer; to where it kind of blew up into a mainstream phenomenon and people would have been flocking to this relatively novel trend; but then the current landscape, where we are maybe just so overly saturated with all these events happening all the time, everywhere, with people flung in every direction following them, that the audience is diluted to the point it’s reminiscent of that earlier internet vibe.

So it’s fascinating to think what the next major trend will be. Regarding tonight’s actual performance though, when the first song I’m watching ends, our guy here engages in a little audience banter. Someone in the crowd shouts that they love him, and he says he loves them, too. As if you probably couldn’t guess, I should mention that our performer is a shaggy haired white kid in a tee shirt, college aged from the looks of things – but it’s just dingy enough that I might be wrong about that.

“I’ve been drivin’ a lot,” he says at one point, and also offers other such disconnected tidbits as “I’m like, super autistic n’ stuff,” and, “I didn’t mean for things to be all silly n’ stuff…I’m a serious artist.”

The walls in here are black, as is the drop tile ceiling. They don’t have much of a light show beyond some swirling red, green, and blue circular patterns swirling around off to the right side of this performance area. A black light also beams directly down from overhead, onto this table, in front of him, that’s supporting much of his gear. Like a boombox I think I see there, and a keyboard or a synth, who knows what else. Directly in front, where it looks like a crowd could be gathered, nobody is, possibly because they do not wish to appear in this live feed. Beyond that, however, are a couple of open internal windows, which you can see people walking past every now and then, and even one girl with glasses and a face mask (possibly the one I could partially glimpse, though I’m not certain) pausing to lean into the window and watch for a handful of seconds.

I’m trying to figure out where these various pieces are all oriented in the room, but can’t match it to the furniture in my head, and am forced to conclude they must have remodeled since the last time I was in here. Which was admittedly eons ago. I also for example don’t recall this one giant decorative art piece painted on one wall, featuring a bunch of interlocking black and white geometric patterns, random, like triangles and parallelograms and so forth, with exactly one red circle I can see in the middle.

But back to the music. Up next, for the second selection, some other kid joins DJ Valium on stage. He kneels on the floor, facing this way, to bang on some kind of plinky percussion piece. While the main dude now shouts spiel into the mic – no other music to speak of during this stretch, just some windy sounding background noise piped in. Except then Valium switches to synth and begins cranking out a bunch of crazy sounding squeaks and squiggles.

There are some cool sounds on this one, though no actual “song” to speak of. And it does go on a bit too long for my tastes. For example this other keyboard part that follows, either programmed or taped I think, which drones on for an eternity. Having stopped, the percussion guy now starts back up atop the keyboard drone, which buys the ringleader time to get his gadgets set up just so for the next segment. In this instance it’s an unholy buzzsaw synth that overpowers and outlasts everything else. And then he is definitely messing around with the boombox now, as it sounds to be broadcasting some staticky radio station.

That was the 2nd to last song of their set, meaning I get to watch 3 total. The final one consists mainly just of an echoey, slowed down spin of this somewhat popular tune I remember, maybe ten years ago, about “…I wish I could…be like the cool kids…” which he’s just sort of singing along with sometimes.

In summary, though initially believing that this was going to suck – and actually wasn’t entirely sure he was even officially “playing” yet when I tuned in – I have to admit, this was better than expected. There were some mighty interesting ideas and sounds on display here. Having said that, I wouldn’t exactly be listening to this material every day or anything, in part due to the repetition and the excessive song length. But, you know, I would have to conclude that he is on the right track, if he can iron out these kinks.

When the song ends, some guy in blue jean coveralls runs on the stage and grabs the mic, announces that this “Sanctuary” event continues tomorrow and will be streaming live on Twitch. KJ Valium, or should I say most likely whoever was in charge of filming this, “waves” to me on Instagram, and then the broadcast ends.

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University City Center

University City Center in Columbus Ohio

University City Center was a memorable strip mall, located on Olentangy River Road where The City apartment complex is now. They began knocking that building down in 2018 and its replacement took maybe a couple years to complete. I actually had no idea this project was underway, until cruising past one night in December of 2018 and noticing it was a fenced off construction site back there. Off the top of my head, I know that the Kroger was there for an eternity, and pretty much every building fanning off to the right (north) was in place from at least the late 90s onward.

Yet most of the detached buildings in front, nearer the road, are in place, which reminds me for some reason of how you’ll drive through the country every once in a while and spot a crumbled, abandoned house where just one wall remains standing somehow. Considering they are depicted on the sign itself, we must include them as part of this strip mall as well. A number of these buildings are quite weathered by now themselves. Below is a rundown of various entities who called the UCC home during its spirited run. Since it seems you were most likely to arrive here from campus, we will start at the bottom, southern edge and work our way north through the addresses. These are all Olentangy River Road, aside from a couple notable exceptions I’ll get to at the bottom:

2781: it all depends on whether you want to include this sad little brick building, which I am inclined to do. Though now closed, it still stands here and was formerly a shop selling Buckeye paraphernalia for many a year. It was called Across The Field and they were in business from 2010 to 2022. Somewhat resembles a church, and may have been one in its earliest days. Immediately prior to Across The Field, though, it housed Tedrick & Associates (1999-07), Studio 501 Architects, Space Craft Architecture, Art Access, Williams Music Co, and Allen Church Organs. That was all from the 1990s onward. In more recent times, a food truck called Chicken & Tea has been known to haunt these grounds.

Across The Field Columbus Ohio

2785: From at least 1997 to 2000, something called My Shop Inc. was here, as owned by one Georgeann Mock. But I can’t claim to actually remember this business.

2823: Raising Cane’s. As far as I’m aware, the last new building erected before the main strip mall behind it was knocked down. You know the drill here: great food, pleasant atmosphere, friendly help and tons of OSU/Columbus artifacts adorning the walls, alongside other randomness.

2825: Was once a Citgo, is now a Sunoco. But has boasted the same manager (Khalid Liraqui) for as long as I’m able to track these things (going on 30 years) which presumably means the same owner as well. The most remarkable feature about this location was that, in the late 90s, they ran this promo on a certain day of the week, every week, where all three gasolines “flavors” were priced the same. This place would be positively afire with traffic on that day, people lined up in their vehicles as deeply as the parking lot would allow.

One such afternoon, I happened to be driving through here, and for some reason paid more attention than usual to my surroundings. It was then that I realized, at least on this day, that every single car was occupied by Asians. And I thought this was really cool, kind of somewhat touching – this was before the internet had blown up, so obviously it had become a word of mouth phenomenon, they had passed along this tip in some fashion throughout their community.

On another occasion (who knows how or why this stuff sticks in your head), I was riding around with Alan one day and he popped in here for gas. As we’re leaving, he remarks that he has a headache, then happens for some reason to connect this with the fact that he hasn’t consumed any alcohol yet that day. Then catches himself and jokes, “oh god…I hope I’m not already so bad off that I get headaches if I’m not drinking anything…” We were, like, 22 at the time or something.

2831: I honestly don’t remember a Dairy Queen being here, even though it was apparently in existence clear up until 2008. But, alas, beer was obviously more of a priority for us during those years, not so much ice cream. But anyway, it would have sat at the very southern edge of the strip mall. After DQ left the scene, a restaurant called Cafe Kabul then gave it a go, up until the wrecking ball arrived.

2835: Hair Happening until 2007. A little later became Ace Cash Express, then something named Smokin’ Buckeyes, finally El Jalapeno Mexican Grill.

2839: CNC 30 Minute Photo, incredibly enough, lasted clear up until 2006 before giving up the ghost. Then it became a Liberty Tax operation.

2843: Chalkie’s Billliards had the most significant heyday in this spot. In more recent times I know a trendy modern bowling alley/bar combo sprouted up where Chalkie’s was – although it must not have been that trendy or modern, i.e. not worth saving. And I can’t figure out what that was called, despite having been here on at least one occasion.

I see that something called Red Planet X was also here, though this appears to have possibly been a clothing store. Then finally Sun Spot Tanning Salon.

2855: Big Lots was here for an eternity, right up until the end.

2865: Now we bounce down to one of those separate buildings in front, to a McDonald’s which has cranked out the quarter pounders even longer, and continues to this day.

2867: back up to the main building, where a Swan Cleaners seems to have been the final occupant. They were around for at least a decade or so.

2869: Fortune Chinese Restaurant stuck around from the late 1990s, if not even earlier, until very nearly the end.

2871: Was once a moldering pit called Time Out Sports Bar. Then turned into the much more lively NYOH’s (pronounced nye-ohs) (the owners, if I recall correctly, moved from New York to Ohio.) and then finally E Buckeye Bar & Grill, which I don’t believe I ever frequented. Prior to all this, it was a Mammoth Video, though this was before my time.

2875: Something called Just For You from 2002-04, then later Sushi Ting Japanese Restaurant.

2885: Jo-Ann Fabrics gave this spot a go for quite some time, which means it must not have been just drunken college kids stomping around these grounds, but little old ladies as well. Come to think of it, this probably explains all the fedora sporting grandpas over at Time Out Sports Bar, who were huddled over their Scotches while the wives presumably shopped for yarn in here.

Well, then it became Momo 2, followed by Cadillac Booz (possibly where the crotchety old timers relocated? Just a guess, based upon the name), and finally Red Club.

2893: was a Great Clips for many years, once again up to or very close to the end of this strip mall.

2895: X O X Karaoke Bar from 2013-17

2901: First a Rite Aid, then a Family Dollar.

2913: Kroger held this down as basically the anchor tenant of University City Center for decades. A full-blown operation with bakery and deli, of course, and also a Huntington Bank mini-location inside. Notable as the site where many of us glimpsed a Coinstar machine for the first time. Which in turn surely became the most ever used Coinstar machine for roughly the same group of people.

Cary worked here, at the same time she was a hostess at Damon’s, and through her I got to know a few other employees as well. Prior to her arrival on the scene, though, I actually applied to work at this store, part-time, though they shipped my application up to the not quite open Bethel Road one instead. And I joined the original cast there. As a result, though, this has all become an especially interesting what if? type parallel universe thought experiment for me over the years. Certain aspects of my life – like the Cary experience – might have turned out remarkably similar anyway, while others would have been completely different.

It was also handy on the occasions we ran out of supplies at the restaurant. Which seemed to happen more often than a professional, theoretically profitable operation should ever allow. I know I personally was sent over here a handful of times with some cash, in order to buy them some emergency steaks, at full grocery store retail prices. And then there was exactly one memorable afternoon, where I showed up and our kindly manager Dave Weinle handed me a five dollar bill.

“What’s this for?” I asked.

He chuckled and told me to take a “leisurely stroll” down to the Kroger, use this to purchase some razor blades and shaving cream. Then put those instruments to use in the bathroom mirror before returning to action.

2931: Was a Life Uniform & Shoe Shop, followed by Famous Nails.

2933: Woody’s Sports Club called this home – as we patrons did, in turn – for a relative eternity. Although I have to admit, our final visit was highly depressing and I somewhat regret even coming here then. This was 2008 and the place was long past its prime, though hanging around until the bitter end. It would have been much better to hold exclusively onto memories of its golden era.

For quite some time, there was a framed photo montage in the foyer area, in between the zigzag of its two front doors. I knew a few people captured in that collection, and often debated just grabbing the thing somehow, when nobody was looking. And, once again, regret not doing so, but I just never had the nerve. If there is ever such a thing as a theft for a just cause, however, I think this might qualify. Maybe I’m wrong, but suspect this probably wound up in a dumpster, eventually, and where is the justice in that?

2937: This was a Subway franchise for eons. Our pal Jeremy Wendling worked here a bit in the late 90s. This dude named Garry Appleton owned the joint and he also ran some other business out of here in his spare time – Sigco Inc., whatever that may have been.

One night some guy left his car running in front of the store while he ran inside to place an order. Meanwhile, somebody else allegedly strolled out of Woody’s, half-ripped, and climbed behind the wheel, drove away. The cops apparently showed up at Woody’s and everyone said they soon determined that the culprit was this Michael guy, who had just started waiting tables at our Damon’s a few days earlier. We never saw him again, it goes without saying. Although I’ve been unable to verify this episode online in more recent times, so who knows.

2941: And now for the business bookending this lineup, the PNC Bank at the front, northeast corner. I applied for an account here when first moving to Columbus, yet they refused me on the grounds that I only had a state ID, but not a driver’s license. I.e. the exact same piece of identification, except for the driving part. This made absolutely no sense to me and they eventually called a manager over to intervene.

“Let me get this straight – you only open accounts for people who can drive?”

“Yes, that’s correct,” she said with a straight face.

I think basically they didn’t want to trifle with deadbeat youths, if at all possible. Nonetheless, though never venturing inside again, their external digital clock would prove quite useful to me for roughly the next year and a half – comparing it, against my watch, which comes in handy on the occasions where management at Damon’s would maybe try and get clever by adjusting their own time clocks. Claiming we were late, and trick us into showing up a minute or two earlier.

2943: Finally, back to the strip mall for the last couple businesses. Comprehensive Chiropractic was here up to 2004. Then, a Georgetti’s Pizza.

2945: Rick’s Beverage peddled its wares here, possibly with some slight name changes, for well over two decades. It appears at some point they added a check cashing and possibly even a U-Haul renting racket to their portfolio of offerings, too.

OSU Red Roof Inn Columbus Ohio
OSU Red Roof Inn

Honorable Mentions:

This is one final pair of businesses, lining the southern perimeter, that I feel must be included under this University City banner. Both Ackerman addresses, one still here and one long gone, though both represented crucial pieces of the comprehensive UCC experience:

Applebee’s – I probably visited this one more than any other Applebee’s, ever. This primarily due to a popular strategy when working doubles at Damon’s, in that many of us would drift over here in between, pound some drinks and possibly lunch before strolling back to work for our dinner shifts. Hey, the veterans were doing this long before I arrived on the scene, so it isn’t as though this was my big idea. I don’t recall Applebee’s employees reciprocating this stunt, ever, though, which probably just means they were a much more professional operation and strictly forbade such. Or else didn’t schedule their employees doubles like that, or else Applebee’s employees had no interest in visiting our dingy hole – take your pick.

As far as double agents go, my former colleague and “disciple” Kathleen is the only person I know who worked in both places. Although it seems highly likely that others attempted this move over the years – and if so, I’m highly curious to see the breakdown on which direction more traffic flowed. Up until this bit the dust in 2017, by which point the Damon’s had already been long, long long long gone.

Red Roof Inn – this remains an ideal, centrally located base of operations if visiting Columbus, or for that matter a local resident wishing to crash after barhopping. In my experience, it’s always been a reasonably priced and totally decent hotel option. Aside from all that, or should I say included with this, there are a couple memorable nights I can recall, which transpired at least in part on these grounds:

1) Melissa informs us that she and a bunch of her fellow ADPi sorority sisters are renting a room at the campus Red Roof Inn, for reasons unknown. Needless to say, once we hear of this, Damon, Alan, and I are all about joining forces with them. Exactly three of those chicks we vibe with, I would say, and they are with us as well: Melissa, the other Melissa, and Tonia. Aside from them, there’s some lame redhead, a lame heavy set girl (you may detect a trend here), and a few others that don’t make much of an impression. Plus two other guys – one of which, Stan, is dating Melissa P. these days. The other being the lame redhead’s younger brother.

“Oh McGathey, what happened to you?” Melissa P. says, with considerable sadness. I assume by this she means the year or so detour into a serious relationship with Jill, but don’t ask. Granted that was a previously unthinkable development, although then again she doesn’t have much room to talk considering the presence of this cheesy Stan guy.

And anyway it doesn’t much matter, because Tonia is fused to my hip now. I don’t quite know how this happened, but sometimes the very first occasion you meet someone, it isn’t so much that you “hit it off” extremely well, more like you have this idea about exactly what kind of shtick or approach will work with this chick. And every once in a while that turns out to be correct. She’s a slightly chubby blonde, wears braces even, thinks herself really hot shit indeed, is considered annoying by some…but has a pretty face and I’m not complaining. To anyone else, anyway. With her I’m just kind of breezy and distant and for some reason she eats this up.

When we show up, it’s immediately apparent that there’s not nearly enough beer for eleven people. We brought a 24 pack of Busch, but there’s very little alcohol on hand apart from that. Not to mention, everybody is kind of hungry already. Therefore, we take up a cash collection for more brew, and theoretically some pizza as well. Damon is trying to shmooze the other Melissa, who has curly, dark hair, wears glasses, decent body and face, seems really cool. Alan is attempting to work the magic with one or more of the others. In consideration of this, it’s determined that I will make the big supply run. Tonia wants to come with me, of course. Unfortunately however the redhead’s brother is following her around everywhere, drooling in her footsteps, and insists upon riding along in the back seat.

Our first pit stop is at Hounddog’s, although they are closed for some inexplicable reason. Then again it is a weeknight and after 11pm, so maybe that’s what they’re doing these days. We roll onward to the Big Bear, up the road on High, figure we’ll just get the beer as well as whatever grub we can rustle up here. Throughout Tonia keeps peppering me with questions, but I maintain the same dry, don’t-give-a-fuck routine as always, and she seems to find this the coolest, funniest, most interesting material ever. Don’t get me wrong – I’m not suffering from the delusion that any of this is hilarious or remarkable. Yet you have to remain in character anyway, and as long as I can maintain that, then she continues digging it.

If Paul were around, he would surely be miserable, though. And to some extent would have a point. Were it not for a couple of these fluke outliers, there would be no reason to have ever associated with these sisters. Really, I guess the most amazing aspect is that the other ones don’t torch our causes completely, which is often the case with these huge groups of girls where only a small percentage like you. It’s obviously not a problem if we’re with the smaller configurations of known allies – Melissa, Melissa, Tonia, maybe Melanie, in whatever varying combinations. Anything else has been a waste of time, though, if not an outright semi-disaster.

We tell ourselves in advance, hey, these girls are a little older now, maybe the other ones might take a little more kindly to us and our antics. Nope. And this includes nights like this where we are totally just playing it cool. In fact, our takes on these situations are that they are frequently the more ridiculous acting among us. See the girls drink a couple of cheap domestic beers and babble incoherently henceforth! See the girls (at least one per night, often more; tonight is admittedly on the low end) run off into the night crying over something (nothing)! See the girls insist we finally relent on playing Truth Or Dare, but only ever select Truth themselves, which is absurd considering none of them have done anything interesting to tell anyone about anyway!

Additionally, Melissa and Stan spend half the night locked in the bathroom, not to be seen again. Stan tells everyone with a broad grin, at one point, “Melissa gives great head,” which is presumably related to what they’re doing in there. But at least this counts as an interesting development, you could argue. Otherwise, in a room full of people, Tonia as usual lapses into total know it all mode, which is just something I’m going to have to learn to wait out or tolerate, assuming I have patience for this; the redhead’s brother continues striving to impress her, without success; these other whiny, wet blanket females, don’t change their trajectory one iota; and then there’s perhaps the only remaining salvation, the other Melissa, who remains really chill and cool. Damon seems to have that one locked up on his end, however.

In one of the exceptionally rare Dare turns, she does have to pull down my zipper with nothing but her teeth. Beyond this these young ladies seem mostly interested in comparing numbers, who has done what and how many times. Alan was crushing us at one point, but has been stuck at 18 for an eternity, thanks to his own recently ended monogamous relationship; in the wake of breaking up with his own girlfriend, meanwhile, this past year has seen Damon sail well beyond this figure, he says, and now tops 30; I’m able to dodge this question longer than most, but stick with the patented answer of 3, which nobody ever questions. I continue to believe this works better than the real figure and for certain much better than a bogus inflated one would. Not only that, but you have to know your audience, and in this crowd I’m definitely not convinced those large numbers are doing these guys any favors. They did after all notoriously kick that one chick out of the house for being too slutty – she was over at our apartment crying about it afterwards. And these girls all answer between zero and six themselves, as far as sexual partners. With one key exception, of course: the other Melissa.

It’s probably not a coincidence she digs Damon most of all. When we’re playing this game, she says she’s been with 12. That becomes a baker’s dozen by the end of the night, however. Those two eventually take off together, and we will learn of their exploits later. For now, Alan and I remain at the hotel, grinning and giving them a thumbs up as they leave. We have our own fish to try around here, with varying results.


2) I had rented a room here as my own HQ, having left town, but returning a year later to visit various people. This was the night of that final Woody’s visit, actually, which I planned out well in advance as seemingly the best place to conclude our full slate of adventures, considering it’s stumbling distance from this hotel. Not only that, but I also knew I would be calling my ex-girlfriend Heather when we got back to the room, though exceedingly nervous about this prospect. And am therefore drinking a wee bit more than usual. She keeps late hours, and this early AM one will be the best time for us to chat; this is an attempt to coordinate a reunion, but it’s been about five or six years, so who knows how any of this will go.

At this point, Damon is the last one left hanging out with me, though we met up with others earlier. The room has a spare bed, so he figures he may as well crash there too, then drive to work in the morning. Which surely helps amplify his alcohol consumption also. Not only that, but I’d already purchased some quality beer and stashed it in the fridge over there, to cover and any and all bases.

Well, Woody’s is a depressing ghost town, fallen considerably from its glory days, which isn’t helping matters any. Combine all this and I am in much more of a confessional streak than usual, and wind up telling him a couple things about which he had no clue. It’s been rainy out, and at closing time we are dodging puddles in traipsing across the lot, while continuing to chat. He asks me what Jamie was like in bed, which is funny to me because I was always under the impression that he had secretly banged her. But apparently not. In this funky mood I don’t mind divulging details, though, not at all.

Back at the room, I crack open a beer and dial a number I actually still somehow have committed to memory. A couple of my opening jokes bomb out somewhat miserably, but beyond that Heather and I have a fantastic conversation, one that stretches out beyond three hours. Damon is awake, kicking back in one of the beds and watching TV while listening for most of it. Even as this phone chat extends until 5:30 in the morning. She and I somehow skate around and technically don’t discuss one iota of our past together – instead it’s all about what’s happening now.

I tell her about Mom’s health problems and abrupt coarse correction into heavy drinking, which she has trouble believing. Then again, her mom is dead. And yet grandma Mary is still alive and well! She hasn’t talked to her sister in years, however, after they had a major falling out. I admit I felt like I had no choice but to leave town and move south, though am in this no man’s land right now where that doesn’t feel like home and neither does this, so I’ll probably just keep bouncing back and forth between the two for who knows how long. Obviously with Emma living here I will be up to visit quite a bit anyway, multiple times a year. Heather’s been working for Victoria’s Secret, which I know Damon finds the most interesting aspect of this entire conversation – out at the Limited compound, but still. That could prove a fruitful association, ahem. So she’s filling me in on how things are going over there. And we make plans to meet later this week.

When I finally crash out, I must have my neck angled at some crazy angle on the pillow, because it is killing me for the entirety of the following day. Comparing notes later with Damon, he says he couldn’t sleep very well, ended up watching some Lenny Dykstra documentary before getting up and heading into work. But that he glanced across the room at me, before splitting, and thought to himself that it looked like my head was at an extremely uncomfortable angle on the pillow. So he’s not the least bit surprised to learn that it is killing me now.

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Columbus Local Podcast

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One of the more enjoyable aspects of working on this site is that I often have no idea what’s going to happen next. You may have perchance noticed that things are a wee bit chaotic around these parts – and that’s totally by design! Or should we say, this is the design you end up with when chasing down whatever random interests happen to appear on your radar. I try to stay as organized as possible, and have a decent idea of things that “need” to be written about…but when that might happen is anyone’s guess. And part of the reason for this is these amazing detours that seemingly pop up out of nowhere. Which soon become the latest road I turn down, to see where they might lead. And the freshest of these at the moment, for me, is this Columbus Local Podcast.

It’s true on occasion that I might be inordinately taken aback by coincidences. Even when knowing they are theoretically just coincidences, it’s hard to ignore them, and not find yourself caught up in their charming sweep. As a result, I commonly consider these a signpost of what I should focus on next. This is how it is for me and the Columbus Local podcast (subtitled Giants Among Us, a sentiment I would wholeheartedly endorse), a show which is up to 55 episodes as of this writing. It was seriously not even a week ago that I happened to stumble upon it, thanks to one newer broadcast featuring The Godz. And emailed the link to a couple friends who were fans of that band, who I knew would dig it as well. Then, just a handful of days later, though I’m convinced there’s no possible way she could have known about this, one of the musicians on an older episode reached out to me, to ask if I’d heard of this podcast and if I could possibly review her episode on here.

I’m not embarrassed to admit that this almost never happens. Though happy with the response my project has gottten thus far, and thankful for its fans, believing that it has an okay sized following, et cetera, I feel like almost always, people are just kind of hanging back and seeing what I might come up with next. There have been very few occasions where someone has suggested a piece, and virtually nobody reaching out ever to specifically request a review.

So with this in mind, it’s understandable that the happenstances of this past week really jump out at me. I think of this as a huge flashing sign that this should become my newest obsession. Which helps in that I find it genuinely fascinating anyway – it’s a show dedicated exclusively to the local music scene, and how could you possibly go wrong there? Especially with its focus upon the history of Columbus music, just as much as the present. And am further blown away by the additional connections that emerge everywhere, as far as bars I’ve frequented, too, and bands seen, some of which I’ve maybe even forgotten about.

Len Damico is the mastermind behind this project and interviews everyone. He plays in a band called Days Gone By himself, but is first and foremost just an intense music nut, which is what inspired his brilliant undertaking here. Without furher ado, then, here’s my thoughts on some of the episodes I’ve listened to:

Episode 1: Larz Raymond

Larz is a drummer of some reknown who has been around the Cbus music scene since the mid 80s or so. He seems like a funny guy with many, many stories to tell, only scratching the surface during this initial episode (he and host Len Damico tentatively agree that there will be more). Raymond is currently playing in a couple different cover bands around town, Toast and the awesomely named Third Degree Sideburn. He also gives lessons, and regarding his history, mentions having played for Desperately Seeking Fusion.

Something about this reference clicks, and I’m now wondering if I haven’t met this guy. One day in the early 2000s a few of us were in Pro Percussion, and one of the employees was showing us some stuff. He also mentions playing with DSF. And was as I recall a wisecracking guy who says something about having a wife and kids. So if ever bumping into Mr. Raymond (or if anyone reading this happens to know), it would be fascinating to make that connection and confirm he did indeed work at Pro Percussion during that time frame.

Among the other local references: Park Street Tavern, Ohio State University

Episode 2: Matt Cistone

This fellow meanwhile, who goes by the nickname “Mr. Matt” (and even has personalized license plates declaring such), is a bass player. He too specializes in cover bands, but has also written and recorded originals and recommends that every musician should do a little of both. Is currently in at least 3 different outfits around town, possibly more, and namechecks the old music equipment chain Coyle Music.

Episode 3: Beth Nuzum Cronewerth

An episode which gets off to a comical start as host Len struggles to describe his romantic partner: this episode’s guest, leader of the band Megabeth. This is the third straight episode that has mentioned OSU, so I’m guessing the university’s specter will loom large over this podcast. She too is involved in countless other projects, another common thread and recurring theme. One of which, apart from her bread n’ butter Megabeth, is a Steely Dan cover band that I’m dying to check out. She also gets bonus points for once considering The Dunning Kruger Effect as a band name.

Overall I’m kind of digging the slant Damico has taken on here with interviewing slightly older musicians. Primarily because they’ve got the stories and the history to fill in many gaps for me, pertaining to my own project here, which are often difficult if not impossible to track down anywhere else. But also I find their attitudes refreshing, in that they’re generally happy with where they’re at now, and glad to just be playing music, in any guise. Whereas with the youngest crowd, as I’ve noted elsewhere, there’s this strange wariness found in the Columbus music scene, as though they’re frequently highly suspicious of anyone who shows interest in their music. Alongside the standard general snarkiness and competitiveness you’re more likely to entertain at that age.

Other local references: Mozart’s Cafe.

Episode 4: Merv Roland

Though now living up around Lake Erie, Merv here hails from Bexley and spent many a year playing out live in Columbus. And indeed, even continues to journey down on occasion to continue doing so. On what is the first phone interview conducted for this series, Roland relates some adventures stemming from his decades on the scene, including one where a member of Brownsville Station stole a piece of his gear. He also offers some key pieces of local history I haven’t heard before, like how when he came up, there was the campus music circuit, and there was the Alrosa Villa circuit, and never the twain should meet. Except somehow, despite being an OSU-area band up to this point, his band caught on opening for another act at the Alrosa, and this helped break down that distinction moving forward.

Among his bands were Bad Haircut, Lost Dog, Rock House, and The Point. Some random local mentions that haven’t cropped up elsewhere (at least thus far in my listening) include Apollo’s and Bill Foley’s shop down in German Village. And of course the expected references to campus, Bernie’s, The Godz, et cetera.

Episode 5: Jon Coleman

His episode begins with a snippet of his own band playing a recent Comfest. This singer and drummer is mostly a frontman now, I gather, and just like everyone else featured on here, has an extensive history and family tree around the Cbus scene. He seems like a good guy and is taking his lumps well, like for example the Multiple Sclerosis diagnosis which could have derailed him, many years ago, though he keeps his spirits up and continues charging ahead as though unfazed. In fact, Coleman relates that his neurologist credits him playing the drums throughout, to explain why his body is in much better shape than expected at this stage in the game.

Coleman has been playing out around town since the 1970s. He was too was in Desperately Seeking Fusion at one point! Other local references include Stache’s and Little Brother’s. Unfortunately his episode does cut out due to a technical glitch, so the ending is apparently permanently lost.

Known Comfest playing years: 2006

Episode 6: Rob Johnson

This one opens with an amusing bit called Guitarchitecture, which is a piece of a Rob Johnson solo cut. From here what follows is one of the more entertaining interviews I’ve stumbled upon thus far. Currently playing in (the Ohio band named) Clubber Lang, but is another of these guys who briefly brushed shoulders with some famous musicians in the past. Says he purchased his first guitar at Uncle Sam’s Pawn Shop, then briefly went to Lang Music for lessons before moving on to Sonny’s Guitar Shop at the Great Southern shopping center.

I like his attitude and that he says it’s all about serving the song, not trying to impress people with your chops. Even so, he clearly knows his way around his instrument of choice, the guitar. As far as local record stores go, he throws out references to Singing Dog, Magnolia Thunderpussy, and Used Kids. Used to play in Saddleback Shark and Magnitude 9.

Episode 7: David Cothern

I had some trouble getting into this one and had to listen to it twice to really pick up much from it. He seems like a good guy and everything but the episode was somewhat reminiscent to me of how you’ll occasionally encounter a rambling coworker in the breakroom at your job (or for that matter at some live show in a bar) and have difficulty following along with their tales. I think this is because he’s more bopping around and relating disconnected anecdotes, but you don’t get much of a narrative sense from it, of how he got from point A to point B. Then again maybe even he listens to it himself and thinks, eh, this probably wasn’t my best interview. I might know a little myself about feeling as though I botched a podcast interview – plus let’s just say have reason to suspect people struggle following my tales in person, too. So glass houses/stones/etc. And anyway host Damico says he likes the way Cothern is randomly bouncing around, which is surely all that matters.

As far as specifics, Cothern here says he grew up around Morse Road, in the area between Maize and Northland Mall. Once again another of these guys who cut his teeth on the Alrosa scene, so this is another puzzle piece for me, in my endless quest to connect the dots around this town. There’s a Mark Chatfield reference which takes place at the Alrosa Villa, while Cothern was playing bass for Petty Theft. His other local musical credits include Dirty Side Down and Shock II (I think this is how they stylized their name.) Although from here, he left Columbus, and wound up playing with rock star royalty such as Paul Stanley and Rob Halford. So clearly he knows what he’s doing, whereas I’m just some dude posting meaningless reviews in a vacuum.

He also gets off at least one timeless quote, here: “if rock n’ roll on its own isn’t gonna help you, just add some pyro.” This sounds like something my buddy Paul Linville might say, actually, which makes me think I probably would hit it off with Cothern if ever actually meeting him.

Episode 8: Paul Weiss

Paul is a relative newcomer to Columbus and doesn’t have a ton of backstory here – at least not years-wise. However he is currently house pianist at Mozart’s Bakery and Event Space (their listed name online – Weiss himself though refers to it as Mozart’s Piano Cafe) in Clintonville. And also apparently has about a half dozen different specialized cover bands going at the moment, too. The Liquor Talking is his main gig in this vein, and they play a somewhat wider range of classic rock tunes, heavy on the Elton and the Billy Joel. But he’s also in The Rolling Rock Show, which sticks exclusively to the Stones, and has also made forays into Steely Dan and Fleetwood Mac tribute acts, among others.

He says he got the Mozart gig because it was on his way home anyway, and he stopped in there to audition. Among the Columbus references are Arnett Howard, Dave Powers, Eldorado’s, Abell Audio (now defunct), Gatsby’s, Donna Mogavero, and Myke Rock. Overall, Weiss is an amusing interviewee, seems like maybe a bit of a goofball. I like that this podcast gives significant airtime to cover musicians, too, because they get short shrift overall in Columbus media. Which has pretty much always been the case, as far as I can tell. I mean, I get it, I too like original bands better in general, and find them more interesting. But these guys reinterpreting rock/blues/jazz/whatever numbers have plenty fascinating careers of their own – and I would say they are probably better musicians on average, because they have to know this material and need the chops to play it, as opposed to just making up their own compositions.

Episode 9: Imber Solis

This was an entertaining and highly informative episode, too. In this one, band leader Imber is joined by her co-writer/keyboardist as well as one of her lifelong best friends. I feel like Solis reveals more about her headspace and process than the other guests I’ve listened to thus far, when it comes to songwriting and performing. Also that I can relate to much of what she and her bandmate are saying at times, such as this seeming inability to stop working on projects. She was actually once the vocalist for The Liquor Talking, back when Paul Weiss first joined that group.

My only wish regarding this podcast is that there were more actual snippets of the music in question interspersed here and there. That’s true of all the episodes, by the way, not just this one. But I know that depending on the platform and the use case, there are often roadblocks to using music in your podcasts. Which seems ridiculous but happens to be true. So maybe that’s why Damico hasn’t included much (at least not that I’ve heard thus far). Or maybe he wanted to focus exclusively on the interviews. Either way, it’s a minor quibble and I’m still majorly enjoying this project.

Noteworthy local references: Natalie’s, Comfest

Episode 10: Brian Weibel

This character seems more closely associated with some suburbs (like Reynoldsburg) or even the entire state than just Columbus per se. Even so, he peppers his interview with a slew of local references. And while not saying much that I would characterize as hilarious, maybe, it’s been one of the better episodes thus far – and a good example of why I tend to favor the narrative approach more than the scattered shotgun anecdote style. I feel like he’s just getting warmed up and then his time is abruptly over, having nowhere near covered everything and with many gaps you’re already aware of remaining. It also helps that he has a smooth voice well suited to this medium, one that makes me think he probably does well as a rock n’ roll frontman.

As one of the younger subjects thus far, i.e. only in his mid to late 40s, he mentions cutting his teeth playing guitar for some nu-metal type bands in the late 90s and early 00s. Before moving onto the likes of And Five Makes Twenty or else Kings Of The Drink (featuring Len Damico as well), with numerous pit stops in between. Often or even more commonly as vocalist than he is on guitar.

Notable Columbus references: Andy Shaw Band, Spikedrivers, Skully’s, Little Brother’s, Martini Affair.

Episode 11: Chance Danison

Chance is a country artist and seems to be an old friend of Damico’s. Amusingly enough, the beginning of the episode appears to be chopped off, but is left as-is. Len says he does not edit these interviews whatsover, which I admire and find to be a major component of its homespun charm. Danison is an engaging interviewee, with a lot to say about the current sad state of mainstream country music. And I dug it quite a bit on that level. But he’s not actually based out of Columbus and the local references are not exactly abundant. He does mention being friends with the guys in the 3C Highway band, who are based out of Cbus, or close enough to it anyway.

Special Guest: Tommy Mitchell

This isn’t a local musician, but one of Len’s old friends from another city entirely. It’s a short episode where they talk about various famous bands they’ve seen. So the only C-bus mention I really caught at all is when Len says a recent Eagles show here might be the best show he’s ever personally witnessed.

Episode 13: Frank Harrison, Jr.

If this isn’t basically an ideal installment, then I don’t know what is. It checks all the boxes. He’s a great guest, flies through a condensed narrative at breakneck speed, drops a ton of names and dispenses some fascinating, often forgotten slices of local history. On top of that, has a great attitude, like many on here – and has in common with them that he is also a top notch musician.

This party actually kicks off however with Damico relating a personal anecdote, which is that seeing Harrison play at the Short North Tavern, one night in the early 2000s, is what inspired him to go out and pick up a guitar himself, begin to learn how to play. This is basically the kind of tale that I live for, a good example of why this blog exists, to help connect these dots in this manner. I just find such anecdotes endlessly fascinating.

As far as the particulars of Harrison’s story, whew, holy smokes, there’s a lot to unpack here. One completely unique angle, as far as I’m aware, is that Frank here was actually living in Florida, then moved to L.A. to try and make it, discovered this wasn’t his cup of tea…and only then wound up moving to Columbus, at the behest of a friend, because he thought this sounded like more his kind of scene. So it’s basically a complete inverse of the most common narrative of that era.

Phil Stokes is the friend in question, and Harrison winds up joining him in a band called Shakedown. After this the Cbus references arrive with a furious flurry. Villa East, Sugar Shack (a beloved bar on High Street – not this fucked up diner that later coopted the name), Mr. Brown’s, Vets Memorial, the Agora (later Newport Music Hall), Starz, and Cafe Rock N’ Roll are some of the venues mentioned. As far as bands go, he’s in Shakedown, then Lizzie Borden, before forming Frank Harrison & The Straits (not sure how he spelled that last part, actually.) Their first gig as at Alrosa Villa, opening for Foghat.

There are a couple amusing tales involving Cub Koda (from the band Brownsville Station, best known for Smokin’ in the Boys Room – although that’s also him playing harmonica on Blackfoot’s Train Train) who would eventually jam with Harrison, on at least one occasion, after secretly slipping in to watch one of his shows. Most fascinating of all, perhaps, though, is the time Harrison caught Frank Zappa playing at Vets, met him backstage…and then was somehow able to convince this all-time legend that he really should come out and watch Harrison’s band play, later that same night.

Harrison’s wife apparently escorted Zappa and his entourage (which included guitarist Adrian Belew) up to Oldfield’s on 4th, for a bite to eat, after which they all walked up to Sugar Shack and took in Harrison’s set. He relates that one of the most surreal moments of his career is watching Zappa out there on the floor dancing while the band is playing. It feels mighty otherworldly just listening to this tale, in fact, from the comfort of my home, many years removed.

He estimates that this probably occurred in 1978. It’s another rabbit hole that I will surely pursue at some point, trying to line up all those points and figure out exactly what night it was. After this, in the early 90s, he later forms a new band called Frank Harrison Group. Among other highlights, they begin staging an annual Stevie Ray Vaughan tribute night, at various venues around town. The last of these occurred at Whiskey Dick’s.

Other local mentions of note: Mark Chatfield, The Godz.

Known ComFest playing years: 2006

Special Guest: Jack Herr

Every so often, Damico has somebody on the show who isn’t currently based in Columbus and/or is not a musician. Both apply to Jack Herr, who is an old friend of Len’s and just happens to be a major music buff. The two of them went to school together in the Westerville South district and have been good pals ever since. Ranking his top shows, Herr mentions seeing Nick Cave at Stache’s, and a Replacements performance at Mr. Brown’s where the roadies played the encore, a good 45 minutes of it with no P.A. as the owner had pulled the plug. It’s a cool episode for your inner music buff, with plenty of famous musicians mentioned and a handful of local venues/acts.

Other Cbus mentions of note: McGuffy Lane, Vets Memorial, St. John Arena, The Matchmatics (local band with matching outfits?), Ronald Cole, and on old music store on Morse Road called Peaches.

Episode 14: Shawn Pruden

Well, this has to be one of the more hilarious chapters, and if not then it certainly boasts the most LPMs (laughs per minute.) This may have something to do with the tequila cocktails Pruden, Damico, and Shawn’s wife Julie are sipping while they chat.

But the tales are often truly hysterical. I’ll leave it to the listener to absorb these, as many occur outside Columbus and are beyond the scope of this site. But the local references remaining are aplenty, to be sure, arriving with a fury. I often feel like I need to do a better job connecting the dots on here – both for myself and the readers – and try to organize this random barrage of material a little better. However, an episode like this demonstrates why there are infinite points to connect, and pushing this boulder up the mountainside will never be fully complete.

Anyway, Pruden is currently the bass player in Hott Lucy, who are a cover band that recently began branching out into originals. He has been playing with guitarist Matt Bradley for eons. Got his start roadying for a band called Cold Strike and was hooked for life on the rock n’ roll dream thereafter. One of his first bands was called Four Guys and they played places like Jay’s Sports Lounge. And oh yeah, in his younger years, Pruden used to work at Just Sweats! No way! So there’s a comical segment here where among other things he’s comparing his hair at the time to that of the disgraced John Hawkins. Merv Roland, who was in an earlier episode, is the one who saw his band play and named them Hott Lucy.

Other Cbus mentions of note: Flint Station, Chris Wood/Ace Of Cups, Shuckin’ Bubba Deluxe, Godz, Starz Bar, Gatsby’s, Dan Orr.

Episode 15: Larz Raymond – 2nd episode

For his return visit, drummer Raymond is instructed to focus exclusively on stories from his stint out in Los Angeles. During this time, he rubs elbows with many famous people, and the tales are fantastic. But not much relating to Columbus during this one. He does mention working at Coyle Music after returning to town. And having attended Capital University during his formative years. At the very end, Damico throws in a reference to Raymond currently teaching at Music Royale, if anyone wants lessons. And that he’s playing out still with the band Toast.

Other Cbus mentions of note: Park Street Tavern, Alrosa Villa

Special Guest: Dennis Kelley II

Another highly amusing slice of the podcast here. This one is actually unique for a few different reasons. First off, though he spent many a year entertaining himself and others singing at karaoke, Kelley considers himself more a music fan than a musician. So the tales he’s relating here are much different as a result. And one aspect to them that I really like is he’s diving in deep with a couple of the tales, and not so much bouncing around all over the place. For example getting in depth talking about the clientele and the bartender at this one place, Jitterbug Cafe, which is exactly the sort of material I’m into, and wished we had a lot more of – although not quite the angle Damico might wish to take all the time with this podcast, obviously. It would be awesome for a different project, though.

And then at the end, he and Damico break out a live cover of George Michael’s Waiting For That Day to close out the episode! With Len on acoustic and Dennis singing, which is also a fresh wrinkle to this enterprise. So that’s really cool, and Kelley absolves himself well on the vocals front. Regarding the whole karaoke thing, though the argument is often advanced (and I’ve said as much on this site, actually) that it helped in part to “kill” live music, I’m not sure that is the case anymore. If you were out on the nightlife scene in the late 90s and early 2000s, at the absolute height of karaoke’s popularity, I feel like this was irrefutable – yes, bars were clearly booking far less bands than they used to. Since that time, however, one trend has kind of waned in popularity while the other has made a bit of a resurgence. Now I believe they more accurately just peacefully coexist and probably don’t have much impact on one another.

Kelley himself actually hasn’t sang out anywhere in years, before this episode. It’s extremely fascinating for him to mention Otani as being one of his former haunts, however, that he was often singing there. Because though I didn’t brave the karaoke waters often myself, the last time I ever did so, as far as I can recall, it was at…Otani. So now I’m wondering if he happened to be there that night and how on earth you’d ever go about determining such a thing.

In a side note, Damico comes up with one of the top laugh-out-loud moments I’ve yet encountered, where they’re discussing how they like their martinis, and Les describes his as basically being a “liquid salad.”

Other Cbus mentions of note (forgive the misspellings on things I couldn’t look up): Jimmy King and his band Kings of the Drink – which used to feature Damico on guitar. Columbus Gentleman’s Suits Society. Sidebar. Donerick’s Pub on Broad. The Martini Affair. Columbus Blue Jackets and some parody song Kelley wrote about them back in the day. 94th Aero Squadron. Some Arnell Damasco guy who apparently ran that Otani karaoke. Bands such as My Kid Sister, Headbanger’s Hangover, Stadium 11. Also the Brewery District.

Episode 16: John Widner

I like this guy’s laidback, humble attitude, which Len himself alludes to at one point. Currently he’s guitarist for Toast and Dirty Red Sunshine, though his pedigree includes a lengthy stint with noteworthy local group The Bellows in the 1980s and early 90s. In his formative years, he took lessons from Brad Taylor of The Godz. Then was hired while still in high school to play for The Bellows, based on a boombox tape he recorded in his basement. They played first Fridays at High Beck Tavern for 5+ years, among other highlights. Won the “Rock Wars” at East Dallas in 1986.

He bought his beloved blue guitar at Cowtown Guitars, from Mark Chatfield personally. The Bellows opened for The Godz on at least one occasion, at Valley Dale Ballroom. His dad led the Jack Widner Trio, which was a popular local jazz band in the 1960s. In recent years, John has been encouraged to sing more in addition to his duties as guitarist.

Other local mentions of note: Chelsie’s, South Heidleberg, Ruby Tuesday, Willie Phoenix, Stauffer’s University Inn, Bistro Lounge, The Continent.

Episode 17: Myke Rock

I’ve heard the name countless times, of course, but never really knew much about the guy until now. A truly fascinating installment intersecting with basically the past 50 years of Columbus music history, plus some stories about other locales. Like he’s already the 3rd musician I’ve listened to on here who went to L.A. in the 1980s to try and hit the jackpot. And so rubbing elbows with various famous peeps here, there, and elsewhere. You get the feeling this guy truly lives and breathes music. Easily the most name-droppingest episode I’ve taken in so far, too, in case you’re wondering whose paths he might have crossed here in Cbus.

Local mentions of note: Rome Records (former recording studio), Screaming Urge (former band), Ray Fuller, Willie Phoenix.

Known ComFest playing years: 2006

Episode 18: Shaun Booker

This Columbus Blues Hall Of Fame member has been performing basically her whole life, beginning in church at the tender age of 3. She says the blues got a hold of her at that early age, and you have to believe this is true: she is one of just three women inducted into this hallowed circle. At any rate, much like Myke Rock in the previous transmission, you can just tell music is absolutely essential to her being. I’m not the hugest blues fan, but consider her one of the more entertaining interviewees I’ve heard on here, and it made me want to catch her playing live somewhere. Which I did soon afterwards. And I also have this hunch that, if we were to meet, as often turns out to be the case, I might totally hit it off and have a ton in common with someone from a completely different background. Though originally from the Youngstown area, she’s been in Columbus for quite some time, long enough to have played at places like Bernie’s. Kindly click on my Shaun Booker Dammit Band profile to learn a bit more.

Other local mentions: Natalie’s, Gatsby’s

Known ComFest playing years: 2006

Episode 19: Anne Wilson

We don’t get a ton of backstory with this one, but then the variety in approaches with the various interviewees is kind of nice. She’s been the vocalist for a local band called Six Foot Blonde since about the mid aughts, and has some amusing anecdotes to dispense, like the time Fred Ricart (actually I think this might have been multiple occasions) got up to play guitar with the band during a corporate party. What’s interesting about this episode though is that it’s more of a rumination on life in general, what you might even call philosophical in spots, than so much about her music career specifically.

Len is also a little more chatty than average, as it becomes more of a conversation than interview per se. And in so doing, it makes me realize that this is a great skill he has, as an interviewer overall, and why this podcast works so well: approach these sessions as conversations first. I’ve thus far steered clear of ever attempting to “interview” anyone for this site, mostly because that just seems like a dreadful and awkward experience. If I actually know the person, it wouldn’t be a problem, as that would essentially be a conversation anyway. Actual strangers, though? Not so much. But it’s surely necessary at some point, and I think his example points the way forward. Instead of posing your nerdy little bullet points of questions, and sitting back while the guests ramble at length, turn it into more of a chat. Even when you don’t necessarily know the person extremely well.

As far as other specifics go, Anne does mention getting her start playing at Grandview Cafe, and that she’s collaborated with local musician Rob Armstrong for eons. And playing Hineygate! Yes!

Episode 20: Aaron Buckley

Man, this dude is mighty entertaining. It would be riot to kick back for untold hours and listen to him tell his war stories, or for that matter even just read a repair manual or something. He’s a country performer currently associated with a band called Buckshot and also The Buckley Shot Band. Still, there’s not a whole lot of Columbus-based material here to hang your Stetson upon. He did grow up on the west side and attened Pleasant View Middle School as well as Westland and Franklin Heights for high school. While still a teen, he joined forces with some Larry Wilson guy and joined his gospel group – which were nonetheless named God’s Country Band.

At some point Buckley wound up moving to Nashville, and much of this episode covers that era. Upon his return to this region, I feel like he’s mostly playing on the outskirts if not fully outside of town. Although Damico does mention catching him for the first time at a place called The Red Brick, which is in the German Village area. I’m also endlessly amused by the fascinating little blips, these side notes that don’t pertain a whole lot to the matter at hand, yet tell you something you never knew before – like when Len mentions that where the Anheuser-Busch factory now sits, that used to be a buffalo field.

Episode 21: Chris Cochenour

Drummer for local group The F-Bomb, who are a terrific, hard rockin’ outfit that any fan of such needs to see live. Mike (bass) and Chris have been playing together in various groups since ’89 or ’90, Cochenour estimates. They did one album before he joined the group, but as of this podcast have another batch of originals they hope to release soon.

As far as his pedigree, Chris mentions being in a band called Dirty Annie back in the day, who had their cassette tape played on the Columbus Z-Rock station. Bob Damnit was in Dirty Annie with him, and later the two of them also joined forces in The Damnits for quite some time. The Damnits are actually an ongoing band these days, though Bob has unfortunately passed away and they have a different drummer, too.

Other Cbus references of note: The Pub in Gahanna, Shock II, Alrosa, Newport, Terry Davidson & The Gears, King Of Clubs, some bar called Shakers.

Episode 22: Bart Jenkins

This reknowned upright bass player used to work at, and actually purchased his instrument of choice, at the Sam Ash store on Morse. So in addition to him, I know the guitarist from Tina Holly’s band, and Arty from various bands/venues familiar to the campus and Short North scene, were also Sam Ash employees. And can’t help but wonder if any of these eras overlapped. I’m already trying to wrap my head around some strategy for an interactive family tree or web of connections for musicians and all their musical projects – coming up with something similar for rock venues or even shops like this would be awesome, too.

To cite another example, he says his parents bought him an amp and a bass on his 15th birthday…from the old String Shoppe on campus! There’s another music adjacent beehive of activity where it would be fascinating to list the employees. Anyway, that was his first bass, and he’s been attached to the instrument ever since.

Bart plays for the awesomely named Third Degree Sideburn. He estimates that they formed in 2002 or thereabouts, and he’s been with them ever since. Among the highlights were opening for the Stray Cats’ Lee Rocker at Skully’s one time. John Petric apparently reviewed this show and was none too impressed by TDS. In 2013 he also joined The Digs, a group for which he and sax layer Fred are the only original members remaining, as the others have all been revolving doors. In that outfit, Fred Sharp (also from Bastard Sons Of Neptune and Stolen Fire) plays guitar. And going way back, Jenkins said he was in local band called Clubber Lang – which is different from the current Clubber Lang lads. But jokes they should get together for a split bill sometime.

Other Cbus references: Eldorado’s, Local Roots in Powell, Forty Deuce, Imber Solis, Natalie’s. His first ever show he played was at a place – I think he says – called Dal’s on High.

Jason Endicott (live from Columbus Oktoberfest 2023)

This is an interesting though very short “on the fly” episode in that Damico apparently just met Endicott moments earlier, and decides to roll tape while at this festival. Endicott is the new drummer for Cowtown Inc. – he just joined the band this week! With a running time of just 6 minutes, there’s not a ton to sink your teeth into here. Jason does offer one cool piece of advice, however, when he advises local musicians to “stay focused, stay friendly.” Which is a lesson for pretty much everyone, I supposed. One other interesting side note is that you can hear some other band doing a soundcheck (at least I hope that’s a soundcheck) in the background – it would be cool to figure out who this is somehow.

Episode 23: Cliff Marsh

Local saxophone player who, incredibly enough, just got into playing out live back around 2015 or so. He’s in 270 Famous, Rockhouse Columbus, and Kismet Notes. But has jammed with an eye-popping number of musicians since then, as if to make up for lost time. As such this easily eclipes the Myke Rock installment for name dropping, an absolute flurry of the references that I can’t even keep up with in certain stretches.

Though a bit digressive at times, Marsh seems like an interesting guy, and it would be cool to meet him. I was kind of wondering when the first A.C. Collins reference would show up on this project, and it makes sense that it finally happens here. Cliff arrived here around ’89, from parts elsewhere, and was attending OSU, at one point managing some unnamed restaurant. He says A.C. was one of his first key inspirations. He also mentions Sean Wallace (teaches at OSU) as well as Michael Cox (teaches at Capital University.)

Rockhouse Columbus played last on Saturday night at the ’23 Oktoberfest. Marsh was a regular member of 6 Foot Blonde, Has Beens, The Digs, Blue Spectrum in the past. Among the other interesting references are Lazy Chameleon and Dolphin Lounge. Damico also drops the wild factoid, which I wasn’t aware of, that former Hoodoo Soul Band guitarist Kevin Oliver is now playing with Parliament-Funkadelic these days – or whatever George Clinton currently calls that band.

Episode 24: Ross Davis

I like that Len’s interviewing a somewhat different character this time, in that Davis here is a soundman. So we get a unique perspective on the scene, an angle not yet covered by this podcast. And while I get that not everyone’s going to be interested in this nerdier aspect of the rock n’ roll lifestyle, he doesn’t get too bogged down, for the most part, discussing gear or scientific aspects of recording or what have you. So I personally found this an enjoyable chapter.

However, having said that, I wish there were more specifics given in this episode. Surely with enough detective work I could track down particulars myself, but like Ross mentions owning a recording studio here in town for many years, and unless I missed it, though this eats up a huge portion of the broadcast, nobody gives a name or even definitive location for the studio, and almost no musicians are mentioned as far as who actually recorded here – the only one I caught came from Damico himself, when he relates hanging out there one day when Matt Bradley breezed in for a session.

But anyway…Davis came here in ’98 to do some work for his brother’s band, moved to Cbus permanently himself in ’07. Owned that studio for awhile, but lost it, and is now doing sound for live shows at various venues in the region. Most of the specific Columbus references are tossed out by Len, relatively late in the episode: QFM, Jackass Genius, Red Light Go, Days Gone By, Lovesick Radio, Flint Station, Grandma’s Cookie Jar are some of the names dropped.

Episode 25: Rev. C. Barton Love

This was a gripping episode on many levels. The Reverend here is currently in Devil’s Payroll, which were formerly known as Skillet Lickers. He describes their sound as “garage grass” and “Stonesy Ramonesy George Jonesy.” But he’s a veteran of the scene and therefore dispenses some fascinating tales stretching way back to his early days.

He first started getting involved because his neighbor was in a band called I’m With Stupid. Then was in his own groups G Spot Tornado (a Frank Zappa reference), Broken Circle Gospel Deluxe, and Bubba Hotep (he knows the guy who wrote that, and got permission to use the name before it was made into a movie.) And so he’s playing at or if not then just mingling at all the expected hotspots of that time: Stache’s (says he attended the infamous Nirvana show there,) The Dell, Crazy Mama’s (he mentions doorman Charlie Wonder), Chelsea’s, later Little Brother’s.

He and Len have known each other forever, though, so there’s much discussion about former Westerville haunts as well. Damico says he bought this one special guitar at the Guitar Center on Morse Road specifically to give to Love as a gift, quite a while ago. And then also, on a somber note, Love details the day he was shot in the neck while working at Lev’s Pawn Shop. All in all, quite the compelling listen.

Other local references of note: Lost Weekend Records, Natalie’s, Victorian’s Midnight Cafe, Calico Cupboard, Buzzard’s Nest, Swamp Dog Music

Episode 26: Alecia Houston

She is currently fronting a couple different projects, Houston We Have A Problem as well as Alecia Houston and The Firmm. Both are classic rock and blues bands, but the first is more of an acoustic approach, the latter amps it up. Depending upon the venue, Houston might flesh out these bands with extra musicians, and she says the irrepressible Myke Rock is one of her first choices if doing so. And actually this episode might have now surpassed his, as far as counting the local references, her points of contact between them.

Among the local references are King Of Clubs, Shaun Booker, Willie Phoenix, Kim Crawford, and Eldorado’s. To cite but a smattering. Alecia also tells an amusing story about a stripper trying to join them onstage at this westside bar. I like what she has to say, too, about every venue being a mystery that you have to figure out. And that she feels as though when performing there, she is basically an employee during those hours, and has a responsibility to the business as well as the clientele and the other employees – these are some interesting takes that I don’t recall ever hearing before.

Episode 27: Bob Mains

Bob is a guitarist who has been in not one but two different QFM house bands, Stadium 11 and now Radio City. So he presumably knows his way around a fretboard. He was also a graduate of Westerville South and spends some time detailing his amusing beginnings there, that he had a high school band called Pantera and they played an original song at the school talent show one year. This would have been the early 80s I believe. He went to Tony’s Music in Westerville for some of his early guitar lessons, and later learned some scales from a guy at the String Shoppe. After the original Pantera folded, he joined a group called Kid Gloves who recorded one EP here. Running contrary to many others interviewed on this project, when they left for L.A. to make it big, he decided to just stay put right here instead. At some point he opened for Rosie, Mark Chatfield’s band after The Godz, at the Agora (later renamed Newport Music Hall, of course). And he also opened for BTO, among other career highlights. Currently likes to play in a musicial project with his two daughters, during his down time from Radio City.

Episode 28: Will Newsome

Will here is leader of the band This Day Forever, and also plays guitar with The Martini Affair. His first show with the latter was at Red, White, and Boom in 2015. He has also played with a cover band called The Filthy Habits, and another outfit named Razorbliss.

He seems like a cool guy with a solid philosophical grip on things. So it’s interesting to hear his thoughts on songwriting. Still, as is often the case, I find the really old war stories most compelling of all, and so it is here. He details working at this tiny club called Park Avenue, from ’90-’96, and seeing Tool play there as a result in their early days. Also that Sepultura camped behind the place when they played, during their first ever trip to the States. Fascinating, fascinating stuff.

Other Cbus references of note: Colleen’s Collectibles, Saddleback Shark, Roosters, Ronald Cole, Oak Park Animal Hospital, Tansky Toyota, Lollipop Factory.

Special Episode: Tom House

He is the manager for Shaun Booker Dammit Band. He says he first met her at something called the Hot Times Festival in Olde Towne East. I’m wondering what makes Damico tag certain episodes as “special” ones, though, instead of giving them a number (although sometimes they are labeled as such and use up the number.) It seems that maybe when the interview winds up less musical than expected, then he gives it this designation.

So yeah, you’re not going to hear a ton about Columbus music history here. However, it winds up being a fascinating installment anyway, with a boatload of unexpected references, and countless rabbit holes for me to investigate when I have the time. Wild, wild stuff. For example there are two different true crime cases he’s come into close contact with – his 2nd wife was on America’s Most Wanted for fleeing the country in relation to the National Century Financial fraud case. And the Dispatch interviewed him at one point for his thoughts on such. Prior to that, he says he was watching some band at Vets Memorial and they went out for drinks at the Sheraton afterwards, where their waitress was this woman named Claudia Yasko. Who later gave a false confession for the .22 Caliber Killings – in fact he was out to breakfast with her, he says, when she decided to stroll over to another table and confess to some cops.

Otherwise, for a couple decades he ran his own barber shop. It must have been more than one location because his mentions his first salon being at the corner of Parsons & Oak, and that he later expanded into the next shop over. Then, during Covid times he decided to start staging house parties (no pun that I’m aware of) and this is when he got into the whole band management racket. I also love the soundbite he gives on what you might call his musical philosophy: “let’s just go out & punch em in the face.”

Other Cbus references of note: Billy Milligan, the Daniel Keyes book Unveiling Claudia.

Episode 29: Michael Christian

Though tremendously entertaining, I had some difficulty following this guy at times and might have some details wrong. But believe I’ve got the gist of most of his tales. In most unexpected fashion, a good half his episode concerns his interactions with former UFO bassist Pete Way – I never knew this before, but apparently Way relocated to Columbus at some point. Having quit UFO, Way somehow caught on playing with Ozzy Osbourne (I believe this would have been the Diary of a Madman tour) and met some girl from here, while on the road, after which they wound up living together.

Well, anyway, getting back to Michael Christian’s own narrative: after taking some music lessons at Capital University, and getting into songwriting via a friend of his who worked for a major label, Christian landed this gig as audio engineer at the Newport. And was also working at Frezno Eclectic Cuisine at this time, a Short North restaurant. Anyway, he unexpectedly received a call one day from a buddy of his, saying Pete Way wanted to record an album, and they somehow came up with his name for helming the project.

Michael says he changed out of his restaurant clothes and booked it over to a house on Neil Avenue, where Way was living at the time. That Way answered the door with a gigantic plate of cocaine in his hand, snorting from it while they talk on the porch, even though it’s broad daylight and cars are zipping past in both directions. Anyhow, Christian laughably initially believed they would be able to record this proposed acoustic album in a single weekend – it wound up taking about two years. Despite this much time spent with Way, when released in 2007 under the name Acoustic Animal, Pete’s personally penned liner notes got his name wrong in the initial pressings.

As far as his Newport dealings, Christian says his first day on the job was a George Clinton show, and the second Slash’s Snakepit. Doing my own research, it appears that this must have been 2001. The P-Funk show would have been June 28th of that year and Slash’s on July 1st. Amusingly enough, as this occurred smack dab in the middle of his dealings with Way, he says he was standing there talking with Slash for the first time ever when Pete called and asked him to get tickets for the show. When Christian demurred, on grounds of it already being sold out, Way demanded to speak to Slash. Who as it so happens is a huge UFO fan and apparently made it happen.

Otherwise, concerning his own current dealings, Christian plays guitar occasionally with a band called Red Velvet Letdown. He’s landed songwriting credits with some major, though unspecified, acts. Is also involved with an organization called All THAT (Teens Hopeful About Tomorrow) which offers a wide range of counseling and mental health services for local youths.

Episode 30: David Harris

Founder of band LoveSick Radio and also a member of one called Crashing Wayward. Says they don’t use prerecorded backing tracks live! Which is reassuring to hear, although it also seemingly confirms what many of us have speculated – that other locals secretly do. I once accused the Snow Shoe Crabs of such (whether correct in this instance or not), for example, and the singer replied, “yeah, I got your click track right here,” in semi-threatening fashion.

As far as David Harris, he mentions having recorded some stuff at Sonic Lounge. Mentions John Schwab Studio also, Rome Studios on South High, David Cothern, QFM 96.

Episode 31: Todd Bettler

Bettler is bass player for Stadium 11, also fills in occasionally for Radio City. As is often the case, while I enjoy hearing what everyone’s up to these days, the back story usually proves even more fascinating to me. Says he used to take swim lessons somewhere on Morse, as a kid. Originally from the Westerville area and mentions Yogi’s Hoagies, a place called the Grit Pit. Somewhat of a self-admitted hoodlum from the sounds of things, in his early days, before stumbling into a career playing music. Was in a band called Petty Theft which toured extensively, then when that fell apart, he enrolled at Columbus State, Otterbein, et cetera and began taking matters a little more seriously.

He eventually wound up playing with a group called Black Rose Bloom, who stuck around long enough to release one album. Has also recorded a cover of a Firefall song with a group called The Rules. Then fell in with the Stadium 11 cats and the rest is history. Whilst recording this episode, they are sipping on some leftover tequila that Shawn Pruden brought for his installment – I don’t know why, but I find this background continuity, linking certain episodes, to be quite charming. And also dig/agree with what these guys are saying that the music scene seems a whole lot less combative now than it used to. Although I think it’s only half due to “the scene” itself and people evolving better attitudes than we had back in the 90s and 80s and earlier…the other half is you’re just not as snarky as you get older, it seems to me. Or at least certainly a lot less concerned with what other people think about your projects, and trying to compete with them.

Other Cbus mentions of note: Buckeye Mart record store in Westerville, Big Bear, Mojo Crow, Slapsy’s Maxie’s, Dirty Side Down, Lazy Chameleon, Fender’s.

Episode 32: Brian Kerr

Brian is a member of The McIans Acoustic Duo/The McIans Full Band (depending on the venue/gig and therefore how many members are involved.) And discusses at great length his highly unique strategy when performing solo, which is to play one part and run it into a looping machine, then play something else over top of it, and so on and so forth.

As far as his formative years are concerned, he cites seeing Stevie Ray Vaughan and speaking to him during a meet & greet at the Newport as being the spark which set him on his musical path. Motorfly was his first musical venture in Columbus (Chris Cochenour, interviewed in a previous installment, was their drummer), who played Slapsy Maxie’s and other such bars around town. He was also heavily involved in the open mic nights at Dolphin Lounge. After that, Brian played with Six Pack Theory before setting into his current slate of projects.

Other Cbus references of note: Barrister Hall, Hellroys.

Episode 33: John Homan

Homan is currently the drummer in Clubber Lang. Their first shows, he estimates, were in the summer of ’22, so they’ve already built quite a name for themselves in a relatively short time. Of course, prior to this, he has been in all sorts of projects with that band’s guitarist, Rob Johnson.

John started playing the drums in high school, then went to OSU for awhile. Was in a band called Poorboy, then joined Alcazar as a replacement for somebody else. At some point he started jamming with the guys in Saddleback Shark, who immediately decided he was their new drummer, even though they already had one – that guy was given the boot. This is when he first began playing with Rob Johnson, though they would later collaborate in a band called Magnitude 9 for a few albums, as well as Rob’s solo efforts, before teaming up in Clubber. Homan was also in the Black Rose Bloom project, which was mentioned in a previous episode. As well as many others over the years, such as Blue Cuda (forgive my spelling on some of these, if they happen to be incorrect.)

other Cbus references of note: Shock II, Lazy Chameleon, Turtle Creek, Eldorado’s, Alrosa Villa, Tamerlane.

Episode 34: Frank Laughery

Frank plays bass in Days Gone By alongside Len, and is a founding member of that group. Though originally from the Pittsburgh area, he landed in Columbus for work related reasons as an adult and has been here ever since. He originally got involved with the music scene while working at Chase bank, when he and a coworker, Jeff Friedman (not sure about the spelling on these last names) were tasked with putting together a band for some company party. For whatever reason, the specific assignment involved taking famous classic rock songs and giving them work related lyrics. Considering there was at least one AC/DC cut in their repertoire, they named themselves AC Chasey. Jeff wrote the new words, which they flashed on a teleprompter for everyone to sing along with, and were a big smash at the event.

In its earliest incarnation, with Jeff on guitar and Frank on bass, Mike Brown was their vocalist. He dropped out during the practice stage, however. Bob Blankenship was their singer by the time that party came around, and Gary Goff played drums. Over time this evolved to Days Gone By, playing famous rock covers with their original lyrics, began hitting local open stage nights like Kicks and Fender’s and paying gigs at places like the Hilton Easton.

Since emerging in 2009, they have continued with just a few lineup changes. At some point Blankenship quit and Brown returned for real. Brent Scopell eventually took over on drums, after Goff left, and brought some really fine vocals of his own to the table. Eventually Charles Valentino (formerly of Marble Park) became their next singer, and with it they added some slightly newer material to the repertoire. Finally, around 2016, they began looking for a keyboard player, but Len Damico met with them about joining as a second guitarist instead. They liked him, and knew he could sing, and therefore after an audition in Frank’s basement, he was added to the group.

Episode 35: Ty Barnes

They get off to a somewhat meandering if amusing start with this one, drinking red wine and yukking it up about a recent show where Barnes tried playing Steve Miller’s The Joker and Damico joined him. I was kind of wondering if this kind of stuff might comprise the entire episode. But then around the halfway point, they get down to business and Barnes starts rattling off his impressive resume.

Barnes was born at Riverside Hospital and has lived in this area his entire life. He got his first guitar in April of ’84, when his dad took him to Chuck Daly Guitar Store in the Graceland Shopping Center. After which they popped into some place called Fontanelle so his pops could knock back a couple drinks. He hones his craft via instructional cassette tapes, before moving on to lessons with “Hurricane” Jerry Lews. Then went to Ft. Hayes for a musical program there, after passing the requisite audition for acceptance.

In the early 90s, he went to Recording Workshop, then worked at Mara Sound and Soundscape Studios. HIs first band was a local one called Fallout, who played Stache’s and Apollo’s, among other venues. On occasion he plays bass for Ukelele Man, a person Ty reverently describes as a “father figure,” like for example some Elvis-a-Thon and Replacements tribute nights at Little Brother’s.

From here he began playing happy hour at Shrunken Head with a group called Tryin’ Times. Then was around the Hilliard scene for years doing covers with the likes of Failure To Communicate, Taser, and Sibling Rivalry. This era lasted from approximately 2008-14. After that, he was in a group called Four Finger Shot, which sounds like a bit more bro-tastic affair.

Barnes is currently in Cowtown Inc. with Kevin Mullins, also plays solo acoustic, and in a power trio called Astrocat with John Coleman (drums) and Steve Conley (bass). He also dabbles with a podcast called Moving Music and runs the musical editing/sound for Marjorie Jones School of Dance.

Episode 36: Christy Bagby & Brad McGwire

This duo, from the local group Blue Eyes Black, discuss their first ever single, 6 Years Gone, and also their history together. They started out as a duo (Christy vocals, Brad guitar) and still perform some in that guise, though mostly now will a full band they’ve assembled. McGwire has a studio at his house, referred to as Bradlands, where they practice and record. Brad also plays in an 80s cover band called Never Surrender, sometimes on the same bill as Blue Eyes Black. Christy, meanwhile, is involved with an organization called Central Ohio Women Who Rock – they get together and perform out somewhere on occasion, too.

Columbus references of note: Eldorado’s (of course), Jimmy Deluca’s (spell check – former rock club), The Loft (hotel bar in Westerville)

Episode 37: Tina Holly

This one features what is thus far the funniest story I’ve heard in these interviews, which is how Tina even became involved in the Columbus music scene. A relative newcomer to this circuit, Holly was a Mt. Gilead resident and technically not even living here at the time, when she first met Willie Phoenix in the Eldorado’s parking lot – by almost plowing into him with her car, as he had just walked out of the building. Rolling down her window to apologize, the two began conversing, and it was he who suggested she should start playing drums for a local band. Hence her subsequently joining forces with Brian Clash.

Their guitarist used to work at Sam Ash; aside from that some of the other shout outs of note are the all-female quintet Wednesday Wine (her favorite local group), 614 Rock, Hilliard Music School (where Tina first began taking lessons, a mere seven years ago), Hilliard Shopping Network. Tina’s also someone wearing a million different hats, among them music teacher and even published author – Holly has cranked out four books to date.

Episode 38: Los Giles

Gathering Stars. They play at Natalie’s, Dick’s Den. Record at Secret Studio in Franklinton. Carlton Smith (Royal Crescent Mob, Howlin’ Maggie) plays one at least one of the Gathering Stars albums. Los Giles here currently plays with Megabeth. He was born in Columbus, originally lived in the Hilltop district.

Okay, so as you can tell, I originally went into this episode thinking, man, I’m going to have to start documenting these in bullet point fashion, otherwise there’s just no way I will ever get caught up. But then something shifts a short while into this one, where he starts talking about his early OSU campus days. He offers a hilarious quote, concerning how “sterile” the current campus landscape is, versus those scuzzy early days which persisted clear up until the late 1990s.

“You’ve got to have dirt on the ground for things to grow,” he offers, with a little chuckle, although this strikes me as one of the wisest remarks I’ve ever heard.

Well, so okay, from here he veers into a wild variety of fascinating topics. He originally played campus with a band called Bumble Flea, then was in Triggahappy, presumably as the drummer. Later moved on to other groups such as Soul Fu Villains, Burlap Sun. Then was doing musicals with Teo from Mescalito, involved with OSU in some capacity, though they eventually staged these at places downtown like Southern Theatre.

Still later, Los Giles hosted this show called Trip The Groove Fantastic on WCBE. Near the end of the episode he offers one other funny yet pertinent quote I really love, saying, “I’ll put on whatever hat the party calls for, man.” And one unexpected thing we have in common: both of us were doormen at Little Brothers!

Other Cbus mentions of note: Crazy Mama’s, Sandro’s, Bernie’s, Stache’s, Apollo’s. Presumably there were other campus bars in the 80s and 90s which weren’t named after somebody and/or did not include the use of an apostrophe, but if so these aren’t documented here.

Episode 39: Tiffany Bumgarner

Tiffany, meanwhile, has to be the most amusing overall interviewee I’ve heard on here. Though she began performing onstage with her mom at an early age, she got her first real break while working at the Coconuts Music Store on Morse Road. This was the mid 90s and a coworker, overhearing her sing, said she had a great voice. He just happened to be an OSU student living on campus (imagine that) and was putting together his own scrappy little band (doubly shocking). Though she was only 16 at the time, he invited her to sing for them. A project which eventually turned into Stone Velvet.

From here she launches into a virtual Who’s Who of the late 90s and early 2000s scene, which happens to be the era I’m probably most familiar with: playing at Stache’s, Chelsie’s, and Ruby Tuesday; mentioning bands such as Miranda Sound, Templeton, and Poophouse Reilly; and so on. Then at a later date, fronting the cover band Radio Tramp for over a decade. She also uses this episode to announce that she has just joined The Martini Affair as their lead vocalist.

Bonus Cbus mentions: Red White & Boom, The Barn, Hot Spot Tavern

Episode 40: The Pretty Filth

Highly entertaining installment with Angela and Josh from this local 80s cover band. Even though it’s mostly just these two and Len and even Beth, audible in the background in spots, sitting around drinking and cracking wise about this and that. Learning a ton about their band, though, not so much – this is not the time and place for that. Josh’s voice even sounds like Len’s at times, which further enhances the confusion and chaos as you try to piece together what’s going on.

But some clues do emerge. Like how Josh and Angela, a married couple, first met while living in the same apartment complex, Ponderosa Village. Even though both grew up in Westerville, I think they went to different schools. They only truly “vibed” a short while later, however, while running into one another at a Damn Yankees concert at Vets Memorial, where they began making out.

She’s the vocalist in the group, and gives shout outs to her choir teacher at Westerville North, Mrs. Stonebreaker. She first ever sang live doing karaoke one night at the Gibby’s in Dublin. Meanwhile, he’s the bass player in the group, and says he learned his craft ripping out tablature pages from magazines at some place called Flag Center. Their first gig was in November of 2010 at Bethel Road Pub, with Chuck Oney running sound. Nowadays they often play Turtle Creek, among other treasured venues.

Episode 41: Brad Moore

Episode 42: “Headbanger’s Hangover” with Bethany Hodges & Sean Haider

Episode 43: Julie & Ben Neal

Episode 44: Wayne & Willa Owens

Episode 45: Mike Preisser

Episode 46: Mike Keller

Episode 47: Chris Keigley

Episode 48: The Godz

So here we have the episode that finally made me want to check this podcast out. Even though I’ve been following the Instagram account for quite some time, and would heart the photos, et cetera. Seeing that these legendary rockers had made the cut and were back in business, yeah, I knew this was required listening.

I can’t realistically claim to have been the hugest Godz fan in the world or anything. But they were kind of like the hard rock version of McGuffey Lane in these parts, or something, in that you knew they’d been somewhat of a big deal back in the day, had maybe landed a nationwide hit or two, then sort of fizzled out due to or alongside various lineup changes. Unlike McGuffey Lane, however, I remember actually hearing said hit on the radio, into the 90s or even the 2000s, where you still might catch Gotta Keep a Running on the airwaves every now and then.

The local angle has made them of particular interest to me, of course. And yet there’s always been a frustration there with the inability to find out a ton about them online. Therefore these interviews are especially priceless, for helping to fill in the gaps. Beyond even that aspect, though, I found this group chat way more fascinating than expected. They are mostly hilarious interviewees, it’s true, but another angle soon emerged which I had honestly never considered until tuning in to this episode – the vicarious thrill of knowing some of these places they’re referencing, and maybe even some of the people.

My ears first perk up when they mention some early days of living on Summit Street and jamming in the basement. That this is where they first began spray painting all their equipment white. Other ultra intriguing mentions include their having played at Eldorado’s quite a bit, and also a semi-residency at Alrosa Villa. Listening to them makes me realize yet again just how much history that everyone possesses. Doug relates (a recurring theme, as we shall soon see) having ventured out to the Sunset Strip in the 80s and even rooming with Vince Neil at one point; they’ve all got a million different projects going at present, of course, of which The Godz is just one and maybe not even the top priority; and then also, without intending any disrespect for anybody else, Mark Chatfield is easily the most compelling figure here by far, considering he’s the last original member left. But then, oh yeah, he happens to have been in Bob Seger’s band for quite awhile, too (the only time I’ve actually seen him play live) and also tacks on like an afterthought at the very end that he’s currently a member of Grand Funk Railroad. He never even mentions Cowtown Guitars, a gear store I remember from years ago, up on 161. I don’t know if this is modesty or a very Columbus-esque personality trait where it seems like everybody has a million projects up in the air, and your attitude is somewhere between, “eh, I guess this was kinda cool, but whatever,” and, “dude, I’ve got so much crap going on that I don’t even have time to keep up with it all!”

Other Cbus mentions of note: Valley Dale Ballroom, Capital City Rockets, Chelsie’s, and a bunch of other stuff that is no longer around.

Episode 49: Rico Cella

Episode 50: Cassi May

Episode 51: Jason Leavitt

Episode 52: Dolphin Lounge

Breaking with precedent to some extent here, this time around Len focuses on a bar itself, in this case Gahanna’s Dolphin Lounge. Owner Lori Dolphin (not her actual last name) says she wanted to celebrate 52 years of live music by being episode 52. Which is only fair enough, considering that they have the longest running continual blues jam in the United States.

I have been in here a few times, and have mixed emotions about the place. But eh, maybe we’ll save that for a later date, whenever I get around to the inevitable dedicated Dolphin Lounge page (this is my latest strategy for deferring negative comments: I’ll tackle that in a later post! Sure, that’s it!). This is only fair, considering my experiences here date from the late 90s anyway. It’s still an enjoyable episode, like this little tidbit about Eric Clapton once dropping by unannounced to play here, back when he married that young lady across town. Or how Lori’s mom saved every single demo tape/CD anyone ever gave her, clear back to the club’s opening.

Other notable Cbus mentions: Columbus Monthly, Ric Boals

Episode 53: Matt Michalski

Episode 54: David Blosser

Episode 55: Charles Valentino

Episode 56: Michael Doctor

Episode 57: Pete Seaman

Episode 58: Brian Clash

Episode 59: Pettibone (Derek Roosa, Randy Amos)

Episode 60: Doug Blessing

Episode 61: James “Biggy” Young

Episode 62: Jimmy King

Episode 63: OC Harris

Episode 64: Radio City (Nikki Reber & JP Bentz)

Episode 65: Stacey Vermilion

Episode 66: Dave Crouch

Episode 67: Chuck Oney

Episode 68: Matt Bradley

Episode 69: Matt Jones

Episode 70: Cowtown Inc (Kevin Mullins & Jeff Nesham)

Episode 71: Zoo Trippin’ (Tony Casa & Ferris Clark)

Episode 72: Jeni Bynes

Episode 73: Gabrielle A. Johnston

Episode 74: Ty Barnes – 2nd episode

Special Guest: Drew Hanson

Episode 75: Tammy Mills

Episode 76: Austin & The Syd Experience

Episode 77: Steve Mitchell

Episode 78: Stacey Donahue

Episode 79: Andrew Lundberg

Episode 80: Central Ohio Women Who ROCK

Episode 81: Dennis Carson

Special Guest: John Winklmann

Episode 82: Joe Clouse

Episode 83: Sam Hooff

Episode 84: Stefan Caldwell-Goliday

Episode 85: Devan Stokosa

Episode 86: Linda Dachtyl

Episode 87: Brad Heston & Marshall Taylor

Episode 88: Billy Spitfire

Episode 89: The Lucky Penny Sisters (Caitie Thompson & Leslie Alexander)

Episode 90: Richard Dell

Episode 91: Seth Held

Episode 92: David Eidelberg

Episode 93: Bob Klien

Episode 94: Johnny G

Episode 95: Matt Mees

Episode 96: Steven Kline

Episode 97: Zoo Trippin’ – 2nd episode

Episode 98: As Is (Franc Aledia & Scott McCann)

Episode 99: Eleyet McConnell

Episode 100: Len Damico

Episode 101: Larz Raymond – 3rd episode

Episode 102: Larz Raymond – 4th episode

Episode 103: Cary Dachtyl

Episode 104: Tommy & Brandy Hettich

Episode 105: Sky Valley

(there is no episode 106 for some reason – possibly an oversight, deleted, or unavailable on Apple)

Episode 107: Steve Conway

Episode 108: Sam Collis

Episode 109: AJ Angelo

Yes! At long last! The legend has surfaced with an especially epic episode. With him, as an added bonus, he has Gabrielle Johnston, who is heavily involved with AJ on the Gatsby’s scene. It makes sense to start here, as they pretty much do, considering that Angelo has been playing most Friday nights at that bar stemming clear back to September 1990.

But okay, Damico does in time turn this ship around and sail back to grab AJ’s origins, which is something I’ve been wondering about for years. AJ moved to Columbus at around the age of 5, and has lived here for the most part ever since. He and his family soon settled in to attending a Holy Spirit church in Whitehall, which is where his dad talked him into joining a folk group, to perform there – the deal was, his dad would sing for the group, if AJ would be willing to pick up guitar. And so he did, in what would have been, he estimates, somewhere around the 8th grade.

After graduating high school, Angelo did briefly move down to Athens, to attend OU. Though at this point he says he basically only knew two songs, Jimmy Buffett’s Why Don’t We Get Drunk And Screw and Hank Williams, Jr.’s O.D.’d in Denver, he began busting these out at this open stage mic night. A bar owner then offered him fifty bucks if he would come back a different night and play a full set, which found Angelo furiously scrambling to learn a bunch more tunes in short order.

Seeing dollar signs with this whole concept, and that his road ahead might already be paved with these cover tunes, AJ decided to drop out after about three months, and return to a much more lucrative Columbus market instead. He immediately found work playing at one of the Ground Round restaurant locations around town, a once burgeoning franchise that is just about defunct these days.

Following a somewhat brief foray out to Colorado Springs, where he had a chance to pursue some leads in a similar vein, Angelo returned to Columbus – this would have evidently been the early or mid 80s – and hasn’t left the scene since. Soon enough, he put together a cover band with his cousin Tommy (drums) and this guy named Gar (bass), with AJ of course singing and picking guitar. They had a regular gig over in Reynoldsburg for awhile, and recounting these days leads to Angelo’s best one-liner of this episode, as he recalls this was “back when drinkin & drivin was a sport – they encouraged it.” Which is maybe the best summation of that era I’ve ever heard.

These guys were called The Mad Hatters, which is a name that stemmed from his Ground Round days. Apparently, in a move highly reminiscent of “wearing more flair” from the Office Space move, Angelo was encouraged to keep switching out hats when performing there, throughout his sets. And stuck with this gimmick with that group as well. Over time, they would try out at least one guy on lead guitar, but he didn’t really pan out, and this trio soldiered on without one.

When the group eventually fizzled out, fellow local musician John Schwab introduced AJ to Greg Chapin, then owner of Gatsby’s. Chapin was looking to start an open mic night, and immediately tabbed Angelo as his man. And though the bar has changed ownership at least once since then, AJ has kept this gig going for nearly 35 years. In fact, there was a ten year stretch in the middle where he scaled down his musical committments, and was playing only at Gatsby’s on Friday nights. His brother Carmen joined him on percussion for awhile, at some point in the late 90s. Alongside Danny Lang, some of the other names who graced the stage from the start include Brad Moore and Doc Livingston. Gabrielle here meanwhile says she came along in the “second class” and has been involved with that scene ever since.

In more recent times, AJ has been involved with the Buckeye Cruise For Cancer. In fact, live here in Len’s studio, he busts out an acoustic and plays one tune he came up with for this cause, which is Buffett’s Changes In Latitudes updated with Buckeye Cruise lyrics. Which is available for download on his website, with all proceeds going to the cause. He’s also been at Giammarco’s in Westerville nearly every Tuesday since 2014, and holds the AJ’s Music Marathon once a year – for 2025’s edition, McGuffey Lane is performing, at the massive Fortress sports complex in Obetz.

The last bit of this interview does shift gears into relative silliness, leading me to suspect some adult beverages might be in play. All in all, though, it’s a tremendous episode, I would even recommend as a starting point for those who might be unfamiliar with this podcast.

Episode 110: Michael Wharton

Episode 111: The Frank Harrison Experience

Episode 112: Brandon Anderson

Episode 113: Sarah Nicole

Episode 114: Chris Mills

Episode 115: John Estep

Episode 116: Ron Duncan & Marty Whalen

Episode 117: Doug Turlo

Episode 118: Steve Mitchell, Sally Mitchell, Julie Neal, Beth Nuzum Cronenweth

Episode 119: Roark Maddern

Episode 120: Kelly Bowman

Episode 121: Delyn Christian

Episode 122: one7one

Episode 123: Mike Clark

Episode 124: Steve Perakis

Episode 125: Black Rebel Revival (Alan Kennedy, Jason Leavitt, Chris Mills)

Episode 126: Tim Farrel

Episode 127: The Clark Twins (Laura & Lisa)

Episode 128: Jeff DuMond

Episode 129: tHe LoSt EPisOdE

okay, so apparently THIS is episode 106! Surfaced at last!

Episode 130: Patrick Thomas Bolich

Episode 131: John Schwab

Episode 132: Bob Ras

Episode 133: Patrick Buzzard

Episode 134: Brian Weiskittle

Episode 135: Jason Craig

Episode 136: Richard P. Boals, Jr. Tribute (Lori Dolphin & Patrick McLaughlin)

Episode 137: Steven Kline – 2nd episode

Episode 138: Kismet Notes (Laura Kay & Cliff Marsh)

Episode 139: Eileen Motok

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Gabby’s

Gabby's front entrance

Out of all the Columbus area bars we have hung out in on a regular basis, perhaps none is more average than Gabby’s. And that’s totally okay! Average is a solid mid-range score, is nothing to be embarrassed about. And in fact, you can make a compelling argument that when it comes to bars, on a certain kind of night, average is often exactly what you are looking for.

It’s just that there isn’t a ton here to distinguish this tavern, in any way. The interior is as anonymous as the clientele – for the most part – and there are no strong drawing cards otherwise, unless this back patio counts, during the warm weather months. They had karaoke here, back when this was watering hole was in our standard rotation, and a pleasant, cozy atmosphere. It was a convenient and likeable enough spot that this became something of our base camp for about a year and a half. However, owing in part to its unusual location – on a commercial circle you wouldn’t expect to encounter in the middle of a residential neighborhood – it’s unlikely we would have ever stumbled onto it, if not so close to where I was renting an apartment at the time. And, owing to its averageness, just as improbable that we would have made extensive cross-town voyages to such. But it was here and nice enough, and therefore suited our needs to just fine.

We would wind up having our share of inevitable highights here, too, of course. Highest ranking for me is the night I managed to bring home a very attractive brunette whom I had met here just a couple hours earlier – this only happened a few times during my Cbus career, going home with some woman on the same night I met her (as in, for one-on-one amorous reasons, not like some girls coming back to a party or whatever), and she was the best looking of the bunch. At the opposite end, maybe, and indicative of how anonymous this place is, Damon and I had been regulars here for months upon months and had basically just begun our involvement with Megan and Amber, respectively, during this occasion where those two said they wanted to go play pool somewhere. He and I immediately suggest Gabby’s, and climb in Megan’s car, only to arrive here and discover…they had no pool table. It’s just not a very big bar, and nonetheless, we we were positive they had a table in here somewhere. These girls are laughing, yet perplexed, furrowing their brows and saying something to the effect of, “I thought you guys said you come here all the time?”

Falling somewhere in between is this interview I taped, with my good friend Paul Radick, shortly before he moved to Florida. I wanted to capture his memories of his years playing in the band Bedlam while we still had a chance to, not knowing for sure how long it might be before I would see the guy again. At the time, I was planning on writing a history of the band, but, well, let’s just say I later decided it was probably for the best to shelve this concept – directly as a result of this tape.

For the record, I take full responsibility for this episode, the fallout from this recording. And yet in a way, I’m actually glad that it happened – because if certain people were this heated about a few of the quotes, then it’s best that we aired this out before I published a book featuring said quotes. So yeah, this pretty much nixed that entire concept. As for specifics, let’s just say it was a night about a year or so down the road where Paul returned to town, and a bunch of us went out for drinks. Then returned to my place, where I somehow got the idea, as Damon started jamming on some music, that I would get on the mic and recite some of Paul’s most famous quips, as a “tribute” to him…which then led to this really awesome idea that I would bust out the Gabby’s interview tape, and run that through the amp instead, over top of the music that Damon continued to play.

Well, in my defense, it was all in the name of good fun, and if I had any inkling that anybody would get this bent out of shape about some of Radick’s quotes, then I never would have broadcast the thing. Was it a bush league move? Absolutely. I don’t think too many reporters who take themselves seriously would engage in such tomfoolery. Then again, were Hunter S. Thompson in the room, I’m sure he would have been rooting me onward, encouraging this stunt. So whatever. I didn’t recall there being anything too harsh on this tape – and still believe that to be true – but again, in roundabout fashion, it’s for the best that this happened. Some of this sorting as far as which direction we were headed in was inevitable, in retrospect, and if it weren’t this incident dividing us into separate camps, then it would have been another.

So one of the people present, a subject of some amusing soundbites contained within, is less than pleased. The party instantly breaks up, such as it is. He calls me at work the following morning and chews me out at great length, with some mighty colorful language, before abruptly hanging up. To this day, that is the last occasion where we ever spoke on the phone. I wouldn’t say I’m really the grudge holding sort, more that sometimes people instantly slot themselves into this category where I basically never think about them again. He was kind of instantly out of my circle in that moment, because I’m a busy guy and don’t have time for that stuff, and it just never occurred to me to pick up the phone and call his number ever again after that. And when something like this does happen, I feel like I don’t go around badmouthing people a ton, rather that I’m much more inclined just to avoid even mentioning their name. Which is pretty much always the situation here, too.

Well, okay, so I will probably explain that whole episode in greater detail at some point down the road. For now, though, this interview remains fascinating for reasons that have nothing to do with its original stated purpose. It’s funny how often this turns out to be the case, regardless of the subject. Anyway, I recall it was a warm spring night (May 2, 2001 to be precise) and we were sitting on the back patio, that our waitress just so happened to be moving to Florida soon herself. However, I would have sworn this was a chill atmosphere, with only a few other tables occupied – and yet, listening to this interview now, the background noise of the patrons often threatens to drown us out. Also, I don’t recall them playing CDs or the radio back here over the speakers, and yet at one point you can hear Van Halen’s I Can’t Stop Loving You cutting through the noise.

Anyway, here’s a short snippet of the least controversial section: a brief interaction with our waitress. Is this an amateur move, posting it here? I have no idea. But at some point you have to actually, you know, do something with this material. If someone takes offense at this then I guess I really should just hang it up. But yeah, if by some miracle our waitress ever stumbled onto this and complained, then I would totally take it down, though.

II.

These days, Gabby’s Bar is fairly active on Facebook, although they refer to themselves as Gabby’s Tavern on there. I follow them and occasionally see an update, but haven’t set foot inside the place in quite some time. Amusingly enough, on their Facebook page, they link to a Mapquest profile which people are still leaving comments on as recently as 2022 – I don’t know why, but stuff like that cracks me up, the ancient technology and forums and sites which refuse to die.

This could be a metaphor for the bar itself, actually. Many other businesses have come and gone from this neck of the woods, yet Gabby’s continues to thrive. Based upon the photos of a wood grain looking interior, I would say that hasn’t changed a ton. Ditto the old photographs, often black and white pictures of Hollywood stars from yesterday, and occasional weird art pieces on the walls. Nowadays the focus seems to be on live music, and a renewed dedication to serving food (in fact, I don’t even remember what their grub was like, or if they even had any, back in the early 2000s) such as coney dogs and wings. Did they ever get that pool table, though?

John Hensel is listed as owning Gabby’s from sometime in the 1980s to at least 2022. That’s a remarkable run and it seems unlikely there are very many figures around town who can top this. Actually the Donatos and the Dairy Queen on this circle have both been there since ’97 if not earlier, which also feels like an amazing accomplishment – and Gabby’s has both of them handily beat, because it’s been in operation from 1983, possibly even before then (I can’t seem to find anything else that might have been at 1887 Tamarack Cir N prior to this, nor when Gabby’s itself opened). But whatever the case, even if only existing since ’83, there can’t be many in Cbus who have been in operation this long with the same name.

In October of 2008, Hensel is quoted in the Dispatch concerning an article about some recent break-ins throughout this area. “Forest Park itself is fairly safe,” he says of this region, as someone who lives nearby and also believes the local crime was worse in the ’80s. In 2005, he locked horns with the city over the recently enacted smoking ban, hiring an attorney to fight it – but of course, we all know how this turned out. Finally, I found another sweet Dispatch piece from 1985, which is touting their recently expanded beer garden, with a photo of some Oakland Nursery employees partaking of it and some cold adult beverages back there. Apparently the patio was among the first of its kind on the north side, and won all kinds of awards.

According to this article, Gabby Hartnett was once a co-owner, which is where the place got its name. Surely this could not be the former baseball great, however, although I can’t really tell you that for sure. At the time of this piece, Nancy Grote is the owner, though it is “operated” by Donatos, whatever that means, and therefore serves the full range of that pizza chain’s offerings here. Jim Oeffler is listed as the manager, too, to further muddy these waters on exactly who is running the show here. Apparently the back patio was only “open” through October, and while that might still technically be true, I suspect that nowadays if you want to sit out there drinking your beer like an idiot in the middle of the winter, they would probably let you.

“This is not a loud and rowdy bar,” Grote tells reporter Shelly Bishop, “we have tried to create the environment of a small English pub in an American neighborhood tavern, and I think we’ve succeeded.”

Okay, well, that’s about all I have on this bar at the moment. This strikes me as a short piece, and I always tend to cringe at posting something less substantial. But kind of need to get the ball rolling on this site, and can’t dedicate months to every single item on my to-do list (there are probably at least 100 I have on my little sheet here, of posts that still need written). So this is what I’m going to press with.

I do have a couple more Gabby’s pictures to share. One of these is the result of a camera malfunction, although these can sometimes wind up looking somewhat cool. In this instance, if not for the other back patio photo above, you wouldn’t know what this is. But compared side by side, it becomes pretty obvious:

Gabby's back patio distorted

Then this one is from the “front” parking lot, along Tamarack Circle, although curiously I don’t remember us ever using this lot or its entrance. The one behind the place, which was larger and more centrally located, was always much more convenient, particularly as we were usually coming up from Tamarack Blvd most of the time anyway.

Gabby's parking lot sign
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Ludlow’s

The Menus in Columbus Ohio

It’s another chilly Friday night that finds Damon, Megan, Amber and I driving down to the Brewery District, so that we might watch The Menus play at Ludlow’s. The Menus are of course a cover band, but they play a really energetic and varied mix, easily the best and most popular such act around these parts. Actually, they’re not even from here, they hail from Cincinnati, but are obviously in Columbus quite a bit. In fact I’ve probably seen them live more than any C-bus band at this point, with the possible exception of maybe Superstar Rookie. But that would be it. Amber and I dance together quite a bit, those other two not so much.

At one point, the girls head to the restroom, and just about as soon as they leave, here come Stephanie Nupen and Stephanie Porter gliding over to say hello. This feels a little too staged, as though they had to have been watching us, unbeknownst to Damon and me, and waiting for just such a break in the action. Nupen seems extremely happy to see we two fellows, for some reason, and throws an arm around both of us. Both of these girls, I should mention, look better than they had even a few short years ago.

“Hey, sorry about that night,” Damon says, apologizing for a wild time at our apartment, nearly four years ago, which we’ve never had a chance to discuss like this. Though hearing through the grapevine Stephanie was totally cool about everything that transpired…her friend Dawn, however, was not so much. “Things got a little out of hand,” he adds.

“Oh, fuck that girl,” Nupen replies, “she’s a psycho anyway.”

So this is cool to hear, that she’s also had a falling out with her former friend and it wasn’t just us. Porter’s friendly, meanwhile, but we don’t know her as well, and she doesn’t have much to say. Then some preppy guy slides into the picture, it seems pretty obvious that he must be here with Nupen. He drags her away, shooting some evil eye over his shoulder back at the two of us, and Porter saunters off with them as well.

Damon, meanwhile, who is messed up on the cough medicine he’s been taking for his cold, on top of the beers he’s been pounding, is in just the right mood to shout after them, “it’s okay, buddy, I’ve got a picture of her PUSSY at home!”

This is true. We do. But more importantly, Megan and Amber return right after this, missing this spectacle entirely. And we never mention any of it to them.

Damon and Megan mostly just stand in the middle, by some railing on the ground floor, talking. I twirl around some with Amber, like we’re halfway just goofing off, for example Smooth is playing and I enact one of those maneuvers where I spin her out at arm’s length, our hands just barely touching, then draw her back in, as she spins I think in the middle of this improvised choreography. Then I kiss her as she returns to me. Otherwise, however, we have serious matters to discuss.

Like earlier in the night, when we’d first arrived, she hikes up one pant leg to show me these knee high go-go boots she’s wearing. I hadn’t noticed, but this is a bit of an in-joke between us now, stemming from a night where she said to me, “so…Tawnya and I were talking, and we agree that you have a foot fetish!” I had never heard this before, never really considered it, even. But don’t dispute that notion, either – it seems in my best interests to play along, and who knows, it might be true.

“You know all about my foot fetish,” I tell her, favorably commenting upon the boots, which are a new piece in her repertoire.

“Uh huh,” she beams, pulling her pant leg back down.

Then later, we’re standing side by side, the others to the left of us, watching the band, kind of leaning into one another with my arm somewhat around her. At least until she pulls away to grab a section of her still quite lengthy, and gorgeous, curly light brown locks, as she holds this out for inspection, declaring, “I got my hair cut. See?”

“I thought it looked a little shorter,” I tell her.

“Cut it myself,” she says.

“Can you cut mine?” I ask.

“Sure,” Amber replies. “But I cut my brother’s one time and it was all uneven, it was short in some spots and spiky in others.”

I conclude that this is nothing a hat won’t cover up, and insist that I am down for this experiment.

Throughout all this, with basically just an hour and a half at our disposal, Damon and I have been buying rounds of beer to make up for lost time. Just before closing Damon returns with another round, and Amber groans, protests, “I’ve got to work in the morning!”

Jokingly nudging Megan, I say, “it must suck, you know.”

“Well, what time do you have to work tomorrow?” Amber questions.

“Not until late,” I tell her, with an antagonizing wink, “I schedule myself late on Saturdays so I can stay out and party on Friday nights.”

“Maybe I don’t want to make my own schedule!” she fires back at me, in jest.

Once outside, the bitter air stings, seems to wrap itself like arms around us. Both girls especially – in flimsy sleeveless dresses – are freezing. I wordlessly shrug my own coat off and throw it around Amber’s shoulders as we trudge toward where we’ve parked. Damon even offers Megan his treasured hoodie, although she, apparently not realizing the magnitude of that gesture, equivalent to entrusting some random beggar with the holy grail, declines. A little further ahead, the ladies insist that Damon and I limbo under the arm of that parking garage exit thingie.

II.

Ludlow’s was a bar located in the Brewery District, at 485 S. Front Street. Though given this address, it was actually located off the street, facing sideways, toward the courtyard between it and what is currently known as Brewmasters Gate (apostrophe optional – though nearly every city guide I reference lists the name as “Brewmaster’s Gate,” the etching in stone above the entrance arch says Brewmasters. So take your pick). And nothing is currently at this specific spot right now.

The last event listing I can find for them is a show by The Vestals on June 19, 2004. This sounds about right, although it’s still astounding to consider the swiftness with which this extremely trendy and popular live music venue – much like the bars of Brewery District as a whole – fell out of favor. I know that Ludlow’s closed completely at some point in late 2002 or early 2003. Then in in May of 2004 the people who own Brewmaster’s Gate reopen it, as part of a 3-for-$5 package that also includes the Green Room. But interest is still minimal – too many bars here, in my estimation – and they’re eventually charging no cover to get into all three places. The Vestals came here from Minnesota, but admission was free, which is possibly all you need to know.

We saw The Menus play here a ton. In fact these are the only occasions I can remember coming to Ludlow’s, to watch them perform. The above foray was a handy one I easily found in my journals, and probably the most memorable, but there are others I will surely get around to digging out someday.

But what happened to this club? That’s the real burning question. And so maybe a deep dive into the archives is in order, to see what I can find after a little digging around…

Ludlow’s opened in May of 1994, and was initially a Thursday to Sunday operation. Prior to its arrival, the Brewery District is a much more tepid affair, with happenings at the Patio ending at 11pm and not much else going on otherwise. Slicing off an 8500 square foot section of the giant Wasserstrom Building, Ludlow’s figures to change all this, renovating the space as a proper live music venue while preserving some original touches, such as the brick walls and exposed wooden beams.

“We are approaching it cautiously,” manager Mike Edwards says in a Dispatch piece dated 2/4/94, “we are trying to find the formula for success.”

Launching at last on May 26, a Thursday, among their live acts this first summer are Freddy Jones Band and John Gorka. During its down time, meanwhile, the space makes itself available for events, like the DesignTour II business creatives extravaganza which hosts its reception here in June. Dash Rip Rock play here in November, another notable show featuring Watershed as its supporting act, but the venue is still in its infancy, and will take a few more years to fully hit its stride.

Chris Duarte’s performance in February of ’95 earns a Dispatch review by Bill Eichenberger, and is really the first noteworthy coverage I could find while recently researching Ludlow’s. And yet some kinks remain to iron out, if indeed they ever are. Musician Bob Sauls, from the opening band, is condemning the sound here, as these high ceilings tend to swallow the music whole. According to Eichenberger, Duarte overcomes this problem in part with an onslaught of guitar shredding, to the delight of the couple hundred or so hardcore fans on hand. Yet appealing to crowds larger than two hundred, who for example are maybe not into a blitzkrieg of blues guitar shredding, is one nut this venue has yet to fully crack – although by this point, they are commonly open more than just four days a week.

Just three nights later, for example, on a Tuesday, Eichenberger takes in Todd Snider here, and writes a mostly glowing review the next day. These acts seemed to basically summarize Ludlow’s approach at this time, however: out of town bands you’d maybe sort of heard of, but were unlikely to go see unless you’d actually listened to them. Word of mouth hasn’t caught on to the extent people will just show up to see whatever, thus the draw remains somewhat limited.

Then again, they do have Cake on a Friday night in May – a little bit before that band really took off, yet possibly the most high profile booking to date anyway – and hot on its heels is a bash called Summerfest ’95 headlined by Marshall Crenshaw, which is split between Ludlow’s and its sister Patio operation. To me this signals not only that the venue itself is coming of age, but also that this district as a whole has hit its stride as a party destination.

From the mid 90s onward through the early portion of this new millennium, this suddenly hot Brewery District area is on fire. A March ’96 show at Ludlow’s for instance features indie rock sensation The Rugburns…as an opening act, for local band Howlin’ Maggie. In June, they open up their parking lot for a “Southern Comfort Rocks The Blues” all day show. On that day, under a brutal, blistering heat (and at least one rain shower), the likes of George Clinton, Taj Mahal, and Keb’ Mo, and others will take turns gracing the makeshift stage for a solid ten hours.

And the names are getting slightly bigger over time, or at least more fashionable: Duncan Sheik, The Verve Pipe, Semisonic. Luscious Jackson. The Wallflowers. At the same time, the calendar is not so crammed with dates that they can’t open their doors to one-off rentals, like sheriff Jim Karnes’ big reelection party in November of this same year.

Wilco graces this big vaulted interior in early 1997, even. But for my friends and me, we only truly become interested in this place near the tail end of the decade, when some much maligned yet hugely popular cover bands are booked here on a regular basis. I say “much maligned” not due to any quality concerns, but only because these outfits, hopping from venue to venue on one long soundwave of beloved party classics, are controversial in some circles. Local bands trying to peddle their originals to the masses are often disgruntled over the drawing power of these groups. Not only that, but in my experience, plenty of regular hipster type music fans around town will consider you plenty cheesy merely for going to watch one of these performances.

My responses to these complaints, other than the numerous times I surely said some variation of “eh, who cares,” were mostly two-fold, maybe even three or four. First: at least this is live music. If you’re this up in arms, maybe go after the karaoke industry. When you manage to successfully drive that scourge out of town, then we can perhaps discuss these cover bands. Other than that, though, the ladies would often prefer checking out one of these frivolous and fun party ensembles, dancing and singing along with song after song that they already know and love, in a packed, vibrant atmosphere, rather than some local rockers mumbling originals to a crowd of fifteen. And if we are out with said ladies, particularly if fresh recruits we are attempting to woo in the early stages of courtship, then chances are this is what we’re going to do. Beyond these primary points, however, you have to consider that I’ve seen more than my fair share of the local guys peddling their own wares, too. Plus, I’ve also always had an insatiable interest in learning as much as I could about pretty much every corner of this fair city, and this represents yet another tiny sliver of that neverending quest.

The Menus are the first act to convince us we should brave these waters, after a solid year or two of discussing it. I could be wrong – we’ve seen them so many times, at Ludlow’s especially, that these begin to blur together – but if I’m not mistaken, this maiden voyage is a night that Doug and Leah, who are veterans of this scene at this point, convince us to join them down here. And if this wasn’t the first time, then the night I’m thinking of is close to it, with Damon, Paul, and me for sure, and I believe Alan as well joining those two, perhaps some others, as we finally get to witness this band. They hail from the Cincinnati region, but cover the entire state and possibly beyond to a staggering degree. Everyone always whispers that the singer is Jerry Springer’s son, too, and while I don’t know if that is total horseshit or not – mostly because I think we don’t want it disproven, therefore never look it up, or even ask him outright on the handful of occasions where we speak to the guy – he definitely has the showman chops down, either way.

He even has this little dressing area set up on the side of the stage, for his frequent costume changes. The four musicians in the group, meanwhile, range in age and appearance from boyish college-esque dudes, to someone who could maybe stunt double for AJ Angelo, to the evidently much older keyboard player, with his long greying hair, typically a jean jacket, all around looking like he could pass for a member of AC/DC. Oh, and he is also sipping NA beer all night, which hints at a decadence buried somewhere in his past.

“Let’s put it this way,” Damon says at one show, “nobody starts out drinking non-alcoholic beer.”

They all have mad chops, though, and I even seem to recall the drummer playing in a cast at some point. Dedicated to their craft, though, and also somehow finding time to learn hot new songs as these arrive on the airwaves, on occasion, or always throwing in an oldie or two you’ve never heard them play before. And though going over extremely well everywhere, they seem tailor-made for Ludlow’s, somehow, it isn’t difficult at all to picture them as the house band here, for as many nights a week as they care to play. There are others, of course, for example the Snow Shoe Crabs are mining a similar vein at this time, but The Menus wear the uncontested crown.

III.

Ludlow’s sticks around long enough to cross the bridge into an altogether different era, to the extent you just assumed they would be in it for the long haul. By the summer of 2002, there could not have possibly been a more insane block to visit, in all of Columbus, than Brewmaster’s Gate on a Friday or Saturday night. Yet this attraction declined twice as swiftly as it blew up, a staggering reversal that I still can’t quite believe. The courtyard between the two buildings was crammed full of bodies, not to mention the sidewalks (and street itself, half the time, it seemed) of Front, but most of all the bars lining it, of which Ludlow’s and Brewmaster’s Gate were but two. Banana Joe’s for example was another such casualty, and I don’t feel like I’ve ever heard a definitive explanation for what happened down here. It just turned into a ghost town, seemingly overnight, and that was that.

I have seen an ’02/’03 New Year’s Eve listing for Ludlow’s somewhere, and that may very well have been the last show here for a year and a half, if it even happened at all. By January of ’03, the Dispatch is formally reporting that they are toast. Then in the spring of 2004, some bold press releases hit the newsstands, about how Ludlow’s and The Gate were reopening for summer, with a slew of national acts booked. But that all appears to have been concentrated from April to June, and the enterprise may well have gone belly-up again at that point. At any rate, Ludlow’s absolutely did not last into 2005.

But, you know, you really can’t get overly nostalgic for this stuff. It’s a shame the building sits empty at present – without question it would be better if Ludlow’s were here still, or just about anything else at all – yet at the same time, people never grew attached to this place the same way they did, say, Little Brother’s, or Stache’s, and definitely not Andyman’s Treehouse. So that’s the tradeoff, I guess, for not making your bread and butter with these scrappy little local bands, and their attendant smaller crowds. The loyalty’s just not there. At the first slight hiccup, you can be gone, and it’s as though nobody even notices. I mean, despite coming here countless times myself, I feel like I remember their distinctive circular black and white logo with a dog in the middle more than I do where the bathrooms or the bar were located inside, and that’s probably a telling point. Much like The Menus, though, this club was good while it lasted.

IV.

And now for a highly incomplete rundown of some shows they had here. If there’s one tiny sliver of a silver lining to a club being closed, though, I guess it’s that this represents a “closed circuit,” and I might reasonably someday have every event listed. Whereas when some place remains open, then I will probably never get caught up. So here’s what I’ve got thus far…

1997 –

October 6: Brad

October 23: moe. They played, in order, Seat of My Pants, St. Augustine, Bring You Down, It, 32 Things, Waiting for the Punchline, Plane Crash, Yodelittle, Moth, Four, Meat, Head, then an encore of Jimmy Cliff’s The Harder They Come followed by The Ramones’ I Wanna Be Sedated.

1998 –

July 10: moe. again. Brent Black, Moth, Hi & Lo, Plane Crash, Waiting for the Punchline, Salt Creek. Then a couple Grateful Dead cuts (Cryptical Envelopment, The Other One), followed by Sensory Deprivation Bank, Time Ed., Stranger Than Fiction, Recreational Chemistry, Buster. For the encore it’s Queen of the Rodeo, finally Blister In The Sun by Violent Femmes.

October 28: moe. yet again. Akimbo, Big World, Timmy Tucker, Brain Tuba, Happy Hour Hero, Queen of the Rodeo, 32 Things, Plane Crash, St. Augustine, Threw It All Away, Faker, Time Ed., Jazz Wank, Buster, finally freaking Free Bird by you know who.

1999 –

May 5: Semi-local boys O.A.R. are here. Get Away, Night Shift, About an Hour Ago, Conquering Fools, On Top The Cage, About Mr. Brown, The Wanderer, City On Down, Hey Girl, Here’s To You, Untitled, That Was A Crazy Game Of Poker (this is a popular song of theirs, yet despite the subject matter, I’ve never been a huge fan).

September 22: moe. for possibly the last time. at least that i’m aware of. moth, nebraska, captain america, spaz medicine, spine of a dog, rebubula, seat of my pants, rise, tambourine, plane crash, meat, backwoods, and then san ber’dino by the one and only frank zappa.

2001 –

October 11: Chrome

October 12: Reaganomics

October 13: Stop Drop & Roll

October 25: Chrome

October 26: Boogie Fever Ball with Shuckin Bubba Deluxe

October 27: Hoo Doo Soul Band

November 1: Snow Shoe Crabs