Sean Knight, The Blimperwhirls and fresh paint at the Pizza-a-go-go - By N.L. Belardes
I recently wandered past the Pizza-a-go-go. It was all lit up at the entrance of the Wall Street alley. Jon Coley and Sean Knight hung outside with go-go-pizza patrons out front; perhaps it was during a break of some show lighting up the rock and roll cavern. Maybe it was a big birthday pizza party with horns and hats. I don’t know. There was no evidence on the latter. Sean said, “Wait a minute,” then booked it to his car. I had never met Sean before other than a few emails here and there talking about the music scene and light sabers. He soon came running back with a black Sharpie and a copy of my 2003 children’s book, The Blimperwhirls.
(In case you don’t know, The Blimperwhirls is a funky little whimsical tale that is a Christmas must. The Imp of Christmas Doubt is one of the wackiest toy inventions ever, and it can poof! anything peppermint into dust. Poof! Poof! Poof! Oh yeah!)
Ok, enough of that… He bought one on Amazon, even though he could have bought one through iuniverse(buy now) for only 9.95. I signed his copy in the midst of a conversation with Jon Coley in one of those ‘state of the union’ kind of conversations about what’s going on with Jerry’s Pizza. “We’re going to slap down a fresh new coat of paint,” he said.
“Good, that will make it smell better.”
“Why don’t you give us a chance?”
“I do. I promoted Jerry’s Pizza on my podcast when World Wide Spies stopped by. I have also always had permanent links to Jerry’s so people can easily find what shows are playing there. Send any band over and I will do a podcast and help promote. But I’m not going downstairs into Jerry’s unless it’s cleaned up.”
“Why?”
“Because I used to come when it was cleaned up. I liked it then.”
“Where’s a punk rock venue that isn’t like Jerry’s”
“I dunno. The Boiler Room,” I teased.
“That’s not a punk rock venue!” he laughed.
“If punk rock bands play there then isn’t it a punk rock venue?” Well, that’s what I figure anyway. “Jerry’s used to play jangle pop like Jumping Trains years ago, so maybe they’re a jangle pop venue?”
“Well we just got new sound.”
“Cool.”
“What color should we paint the walls?”
“Something bright.”
“We can’t do it bright or people will write on the walls and it will show up. How about grey or red?”
“I’ll have to think about it. A fresh coat of paint is a start. It will make it smell better, cleaner. You slap that paint on and I will go downstairs, but not until then.”
“Red might be really cool. We’re going to scrape off the stickers tomorrow, put down the paint, start fresh again.”
And then I was off… the Wall Street alley never looked so sun shiny and hopeful. I imagined a rosy road ahead and Buck’s crystal horse taking me to a distant palace where even Cake is something you don’t just eat. “Getty-up!” I yelled and rode on to watch the Bakersfield Bukowski girls sing drunken into a karaoke midnight.
(In case you don’t know, The Blimperwhirls is a funky little whimsical tale that is a Christmas must. The Imp of Christmas Doubt is one of the wackiest toy inventions ever, and it can poof! anything peppermint into dust. Poof! Poof! Poof! Oh yeah!)
Ok, enough of that… He bought one on Amazon, even though he could have bought one through iuniverse(buy now) for only 9.95. I signed his copy in the midst of a conversation with Jon Coley in one of those ‘state of the union’ kind of conversations about what’s going on with Jerry’s Pizza. “We’re going to slap down a fresh new coat of paint,” he said.
“Good, that will make it smell better.”
“Why don’t you give us a chance?”
“I do. I promoted Jerry’s Pizza on my podcast when World Wide Spies stopped by. I have also always had permanent links to Jerry’s so people can easily find what shows are playing there. Send any band over and I will do a podcast and help promote. But I’m not going downstairs into Jerry’s unless it’s cleaned up.”
“Why?”
“Because I used to come when it was cleaned up. I liked it then.”
“Where’s a punk rock venue that isn’t like Jerry’s”
“I dunno. The Boiler Room,” I teased.
“That’s not a punk rock venue!” he laughed.
“If punk rock bands play there then isn’t it a punk rock venue?” Well, that’s what I figure anyway. “Jerry’s used to play jangle pop like Jumping Trains years ago, so maybe they’re a jangle pop venue?”
“Well we just got new sound.”
“Cool.”
“What color should we paint the walls?”
“Something bright.”
“We can’t do it bright or people will write on the walls and it will show up. How about grey or red?”
“I’ll have to think about it. A fresh coat of paint is a start. It will make it smell better, cleaner. You slap that paint on and I will go downstairs, but not until then.”
“Red might be really cool. We’re going to scrape off the stickers tomorrow, put down the paint, start fresh again.”
And then I was off… the Wall Street alley never looked so sun shiny and hopeful. I imagined a rosy road ahead and Buck’s crystal horse taking me to a distant palace where even Cake is something you don’t just eat. “Getty-up!” I yelled and rode on to watch the Bakersfield Bukowski girls sing drunken into a karaoke midnight.
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