The OP-P Club
My own little new wave club. My dad
had a little abandoned slum storefront on Olive between Walton and Taylor,
just up the street from the "Stroll" where the prostitutes
solicited their trade. I cleaned up the place and moved upstairs and
opened a supposed "Art Gallery" and started booking bands
to come in and play.
Mort Hill was one of my partners in
this venture, and he gave it its name, though I gave it the spelling
and designed a logo for it, which he continued to use even after we
split up a few months later.
I always described my club as four walls
and a band, it was so bare-bones and penniless.
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