Yep......the only club worth a damn in downtown Denver for quite a ......Saw Men without Hats cranking "safety dance," saw Frazier Chorus.....etc. Goth nights in the basement, Sisters of Mercy. Saw a Wasteword ad for "the Beloved" one of my favorite groups. Was getting a bit old for the Rock, but went down and saw a whole bunch of young uns in line......turns out "Beloved" was some crap can punk band. Oh yeah, saw Madeline Kahn dancing away in one of the cages, gorgeous lady.
Then, Rock Island changed names, forget to what, back to Rock Island, but by then it was too late. Rap came in and killed lower downtown. No more dancing for fun, now it was kill this and that, eff the police, etc., although I did like the bullet holes in the Rock Island concrete walls some coked out managerial type person was responsible for. And now Ice Cube, Ice T, and Ice mint julep are middle aged and can't figure out now to live forever.
Favorite memory: parked in the only driveway of the first downtown condo just around the corner of Rock Island, thought "who drives after 12 p.m and what kind of nitwit lives downtown anyway, they deserve to get blocked off....." came out 2 hours later and my car was still there, with no ticket or warning. A New York kind of vibe, since the viaduct was still out front. And Hick's brewpub was the first in existence. The same gov who pushed alcohol but was against weed. Several faces, my man.
Since then, I occasionally enjoy watching the young babes with dresses cut up to the promised land, but clubs are now filled with guys with $200 shoes and $2.00 in their pockets; closing time is "I ain't gonna get laid, so it's time to fight." Plus, pay $20 to park? Not hardly. $8.00 for a call cocktail? Pay if you want, but not me. read more